Flowing
Meeting… Feeling our way in… Sensation… Skin meeting skin… The fear of being touched… will I allow myself to be opened or not? Are you trustworthy… am I? Leaning into you…. pressing my hand, my body into yours…Sensing your weight shifting, meeting or drawing away from mine… Fear of rejection… Tracking your body language for the subtle signs… Enjoying the warmth of your body… Breathing you in… Feeling held… Fear of losing this freezes my flow… Fear of losing this sometimes stops me from taking the first step… May we be seduced into something bigger.
Staccato
We are in it. We go! Finding our Yes and No edges. Heartbeats accelerating. The heat between us. Courage ignited. Bones meeting bones. Hearts sparking. Thrusting us open. Angry exchanges driving us apart. Doors slamming shut. Fingers pointing. Shields up! PAUSE. Time out! Communication wanting clarity. Own your stuff. Hot, quick make up session. Burning through our rigid stances into a new honesty. Exhaling. Eyes connecting. Hearts melting.
Chaos
Wild pleasure disintegrating who I know myself to be. Melding into pure energy. Where do I end and you begin? Shuddering, sweating, slithering, shaking, sliding into home base… Sssssssssssweeeeeeeet Holy Holy! The Big Bang of creating Life. And then the tears when this moment of perfect Union dissolves into separation, when one becomes two going in different directions. The grief of parting, of goodbye. The overwhelm of upheaval, the need to find ground and how to heal a broken heart. Learning to seek this union within and re-create ourselves anew.
Lyrical
Time is a healer. We’ve gently moved beyond heartbreak into some gratitude for the love and lessons we’ve shared. Sometimes sentimental…. rose-colored glasses of “The Way We Were.” Photos… the hat I wore when… our favorite song … a birthday card… Remembering joy and laughter shared. And thankful for the insights our challenges provided, a new found freedom to become a wiser self. Feeling lighter. Flirting with someone new. Giddy with excitement like a teenager. Throwing caution to the wind…
Stillness
Our hands entwined, resting between the car seats as we roll silently through the landscape. Watching you sleep. Spooning, hearing our soft breath, peaceful. Feeling compassionate for our journey, the growing pains. I forgive us. Letting it go with gratitude and putting it to rest. Now knowing that truly coming home to myself, being my own best Valentine, is the next step to meeting the possible Next You. Centered in my fullness, I am once again ready to flow with you.