For Kevin

How many times have I spoken to you,

Asked for you, cried for you,

Wondered if I would ever meet you.

Convincing myself content with alone,

Saying goodbye to my happily ever after.

And now you are here, with me,

A love I have never known.

Our breath one breath,

Our skin one skin,

Our hearts one heart.

No beginning, no end, just one.

Only minutes apart and my body aches,

Only minutes apart and my lips search,

Only minutes apart and my heart feels torn from its home.

Now with you,

I no longer speak to you in secret,

I no longer wonder where you are,

I no longer hope for a happily ever after,

For I am sure it is here.

In Your Breath

Flesh to flesh, soul to soul

Every little touch

Ignites a spark

Sets my nerves on fire.


Lying here next to you

Lips slightly parted

Sharing your breath

A paragraph escapes in a sigh


Sighs that say

You are the world to me

Sighs that say

We are one, body and soul

Sighs that say

My heart beats because of you


With each sigh

New promises made

With each sigh

New passions unleashed

With each sigh

New love grows


I need you like I need to breathe

One simple, single breath that says

I love you.



I am swept off my feet, busy in the work of love, love-making.  Not sex, sex in its delights, sex in its love-giving, love-expressing, carnal and explosive, but the creation of love, a love space.  I am love-making, making a room, a space in my heart, to love another, revealing my inner being, my self, raw and vulnerable.  I am still, letting, seen, offering a gift, an invitation to enter my sacred space, to sit together in this space and see the world with a new light.

I look at this man, seeing his very core, learning, knowing and cherishing.  I explore his sacred space with tenderness, kindness, as a fragile vessel of splendor.  Here, together, in our scared spaces, in silent conversation, in unspoken dialogue. we say, “I see you and you are beautiful to me.”


People don’t always set out to become brave-sometimes people set out to be better, to get by, to survive, with their souls intact. Sometimes people see things in themselves they don’t like and want to change that thing- only that thing becomes an onion and each peeling reveals more work.  Sometimes people put their heads down and work and work and work, and then as the layers dissolve, they become a little easier to face, each one less and less intimidating- and sometimes people suddenly realize they have revealed something glorious, something wonderful and something brave in the core of their being.