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It's Just Laundry


The switches, buttons, and that dial
Do nothing, they've been like that awhile
This old Maytag has sure seen better days
The dryer too, or so the repairman says

Taking all of our laundry out the door
To the laundromat- it's the laundry store!
There are stuffy smells of scented soaps
Fabric softeners and people with high hopes

Loading machines, shoving in quarters
Pulling from dryers, clothing sorters
We load outerwear, towels and sheets
Underwear, blankets, socks, and cleats

Standing close, your hands brushing mine
As we sort and fill the washer's soapy brine
Sitting together afterwards, watching it spin
In time, coming clean of all dirt, food, and sin.

Next- to the dryer to watch it all tumble.
Round and round it goes, I hear you mumble.
Kissing your lips against the folding table,
Laughing all the while at some laundry fable.

I hold up your sexy lingerie within full view.
You give a small squeak from my teasing you.
We talk and speak and laugh in those short hours,
My mind drifts to memories of your hair in flowers

The laundry is all clean and folded with care.
Taking it to the car, loving the time we share,
We'll stop in for coffee on the way home,
Extending the day with more places to roam.
 
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Some Kind Of Starlight


The stars don't shine so bright
In the city that is my home
The streets all paved in concrete
Monuments of steel and glass
Blocking all horizons around

The city that never ever sleeps
Traffic and trains and aeroplanes
First responders on call all night
On an edge and on a ledge
Pushing and pulling always towards

And there she is, her bright star
Shines like a beacon of clarity
Twinkles and highlights her neighbors
Those stars whose lights grown dim
A star I see and recognize from afar

A star born millenia long ago
Old as old and young and fresh
Something special about that star
That shines through the darkness
Of a city grown into a place called home
 
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"Stone In Love"

Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth
I do recall, those were the best times, most of all
In the heat with a blue jean girl
Burnin' love comes once in a lifetime
She found me singing by the rail road track
Took me home, we danced by moonlight

[Chorus:]
Those summer nights are callin',
stone in love
Can't help myself I'm fallin'
stone in love

Old dusty roads, led to the river
Runnin' slow
She pulled me down, and in clover
We'd go 'round
In the heat with a blue jean girl
Burnin' love comes once in a lifetime
Oo the memories never fade away
Golden girl, I'll keep you forever.

[Chorus]
Those summer nights are callin',
stone in love
Can't help myself I'm fallin'
stone in love
 
It's Just Laundry


The switches, buttons, and that dial
Do nothing, they've been like that awhile
This old Maytag has sure seen better days
The dryer too, or so the repairman says

Taking all of our laundry out the door
To the laundromat- it's the laundry store!
There are stuffy smells of scented soaps
Fabric softeners and people with high hopes

Loading machines, shoving in quarters
Pulling from dryers, clothing sorters
We load outerwear, towels and sheets
Underwear, blankets, socks, and cleats

Standing close, your hands brushing mine
As we sort and fill the washer's soapy brine
Sitting together afterwards, watching it spin
In time, coming clean of all dirt, food, and sin.

Next- to the dryer to watch it all tumble.
Round and round it goes, I hear you mumble.
Kissing your lips against the folding table,
Laughing all the while at some laundry fable.

I hold up your sexy lingerie within full view.
You give a small squeak from my teasing you.
We talk and speak and laugh in those short hours,
My mind drifts to memories of your hair in flowers

The laundry is all clean and folded with care.
Taking it to the car, loving the time we share,
We'll stop in for coffee on the way home,
Extending the day with more places to roam.

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Laundry time with you
is magical time apart
my favorite date

The clothes tumble dry
holding hands, your kiss is hot
there is none but you

Kiss me *here* darling
and dance me between the aisles
make me blush again


 
Sleepy Evening Fires



She comes to me, I smile and sigh
Her eyes sparkle with that wild air
A mystery in her I know and hold dear
Colors and light from nebulae and stars

Comfortable tonight and together
My furrowed brow creases as I smile
I love that she is so very female
With a presence that I much adore

Her heady scent and ready smile
A voice so full of nuance and tone
Quiet and demure, and in it's way,
More powerful than her gravitas

She shares all these with me
Invites me to taste and savor her
And consume her I do, in all ways
Leaving no doubt my depth of desire

The evening is slow, quiet, intimate
A touch here and a touch there
Each, available on a long low simmer
Dozing lightly in each others arms

The wallclock, yonder, ticks on and on
As the fire dies down to glowing embers
Snuggling with her under a bright quilt
The flames of lust just under the surface

Verily, I can almost feel it in the air
Even sleepily, her touch arouses me
Just as my own touch arouses her
The way she shifts and sighs while asleep

Lifting her up and taking her to bed
She stirs and rests her head on my chest
Sleepily awake, slowly stripping off clothes
Sliding into bed, feeling her naked curves

Kissing her slowly in the darkness
The embers of arousal are stoked
Into a light cheery flame of love and lust
Slowly giving and taking our pleasures

Kisses and licks, fingers, and more
Touching her deeply and being touched
Warm, quiet, gasps, sighs, and moans
A smile and hug later, and sleep will claim us

Her love felt in my body and heart
Breathing and sleeping deeply
My hands in her hair in that snuggle
Tonight, she is mine and I am hers
 
Whispers in shadows
Your lust reaching for my touch
She's aching to scream
 
I can touch the sky
Flying high among the clouds
In peace and delight
 
Flowers are reaching
For sunshine and sweet water
To fulfill their blooms
 
On A Summers' Day


There in the high heat of Summer
The myriad cicadas sing in the trees
Wicked hot sidewalks burning our feet
Terrible mowers roar and level the yard
Breathe in the scent of fresh mowed grass

Its so amazing hot, there is no escape
The great outdoors, it's hellish and wild
I stood and glared in defiance of the heat
Rivers of sweat rolling down my tired body
My landscaping work that seems never done

My heart rate rose crazily in that wild sun
It was breathtaking how hot it was that day
And in all that sultry heat I took a long break
Drinking cool cool water in my well earned relief
There I was sitting, just being, finding some peace

It was in the midst of that hellishly hot day
I'd spent my time breaking rocks and cement
Repairing and renewing the wear on my home
On that one nice long break that I spent with her
Amazed how much that she would be on my mind

It was then that I decided that it was more
Something more than a whimsy on that hot day
I wanted to love her in all the myriad ways I could
To touch her, hear, see, and reach for her and smile
Allow to be reached and touched by her loving heart

The sweltering Summer sweat poured off my body
Like fast rivers streaming towards a vast blue ocean
There she'd be to receive all my love and desire gladly
All the outpourings of my wildly beating heart and mind
Right there in the Summer sun, were lit the fires of our love

As we spoke that day, our fate was joined and sealed
An array of adventures all silly and light, dark and scary
Puzzling and curious, creative and imaginative, and more
As twilight came and the fireflies danced, so did we together
And a Summers' day and evening were never more sweet, since






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Fireside Respite

Toes warming by the fireside
A cuppa cocoa in my hands
Her body pressed against me
More in closeness and comfort
Than a need for any warmth
Her scent in the air around me
A voice filled with laughter
A smile behind every sentence
Leaning in, I will kiss her
And leave her breathless
Aroused for the next thing
A small hickey on her neck
Just under the earring that
Dangles down her creamy neck
Her legs draped over mine
And we'll have a timely embrace
Feeling those lovely curves
Dozing warmly together tonight
As the flames die down to embers
And our dreams drift and become
Our memories and our wishes
Of the evening by the fireside
 
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Braided Hopes and Desire


It seems so simple a thing
And yet, how can it be so?

When I see that thin braid
Adrift in your long long hair

Your hair, that trailing mass
Cared for with practiced ease

That long thin braid stands out
I wonder what it means to you

Is it the dreams of a woman and girl
With wistful stars in her eyes?

How, I wonder, does she braid her hair?
Is it while humming a lovely tune

With warm thoughts of her lover
And his kisses and large hot hands?

As she twists and turns each tress
Does her memory drift to last night?

Last night with his energetic body
Loving her naked willing self so well?

Does she think of how she moaned
And wantonly shrieked his name

How her body and soul were taken
Undone by pleasure and sexual release

Remembering all those wanton things
Those wild things he had her doing

Things that she had hungered for
Fulfilling her own lust with him?

Does she twist that braid remembering
How he held her with love and tenderness

His words a balm to her heart and soul
How he loves her, adores her, gets her

His caresses, his touch, soothing and calming
Taking her, claiming her, admiring her

He always loves that braid in her hair
One tress weaving slowly over the other

Remembering, his hand holding hers
Leaning companionably against his shoulder

Walking down the boardwalk by the sea
Pointing at this and that in wonder

His broad smile beaming just for her
His poetry, good mornings, well wishes

A walk along that colorful garden trail
Lonely, but for him, calm, quiet, and present

In time, finishing that long thin braid
Tied up with her memories and desires

Woven with her hopes for more with him
Touching that braid tied to her soul

Tied with a red ribbon by her own hand
One last look and touch with a knowing smile.
 
Late Moonlight


The moon rises and casts its silver glow
There she is dancing on the strand
The only tune she carries is in her heart

Dancing away, she seethes with the pain
Her heart can no longer bear within
She is strong and weak, brave and afeared

Some days she feels a need for me
Other days she chooses to stand alone
Or perhaps with any number of her people

Time goes on and her pain is assuaged
Or buried away, burned out, gone blind
A nothing for me to know and not know

Perhaps it is too much for her to unfold,
Perhaps she has found her way all alone
Perhaps someone not me has helped her

In the end, those things may be long gone
I do not know, I'll be now and become more
Her friend and she mine, with a smile
 
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Trouble

There has been trouble brewing
all these many months
conflict and pain
uncertainty
irreconcilable differences

there is a tear in the fabric
rent and frayed
pulled apart

can it be mended?
is there enough time?
enough heart?
or has trust bled away?

the power of office
and of sacramental duty
used to twist and undermine
those in her care
I feel it in my own soul
as I watch with horror

stuck for now
lost in limbo
waiting waiting waiting
the betrayal is deep
so much has slipped away

is redemption possible?
a crack of light
to lead us forward?
pain and misunderstanding
divides relentlessly
seeking to blame
needing a scapegoat
and a rug to hide under

we call this week holy
yet all I see is trouble
troubled water
troubled souls

is this the hardest part?
is it about to get better now?
my vision is clouded
I crave respite
I hold out my hands
seeking grace
needing absolution
 
Remember this...

You do so much for me. So much with me. And I have taken that for granted today. This week. And all other days that resemble today.

All other days that resemble today.

I can hardly believe I am typing that. There was a time when I felt so perfectly centered with myself. I was so certain. Perfectly centered with you. I want that back.

Just as you are super vulnerable to me, I am also with you. It is a world of difference to me to let loose my passions where they are so often bottled up at home.

This brings out all of it. The good, the great, the bad, the ugly. I will contain this better. I have promised. I stand by my promises. That is who I am. You deserve this of me.

I am severely humbled. And have embarrassed myself greatly.

I believe you are a beautiful woman. You are. Inside and without. I wish you can see yourself through my eyes.

I want to hug and hold you darling until all is well again. My heart aches so much with love for you. It bleeds out all over the place.

I could not have known this would be this way. I would not wish this kind of hurt on anyone. Least of all you.

You do see and experience much of the best of me. I wish that I didnt have this baggage.

I think of all those long messages we did before becoming really involved with each other. I would have warned you away from me had I known.

Cascadia...

You have earned my best behavior. Certainly not this, my worst. I am truly not some super controlling asshole. I am not.

I love you just the way you are. And all that means and goes with it.

****************************************

I confess. I fucked up. I made a mistake.
But we are both fallible.
Come to me so we can work it out.
I love you. To the stars and beyond.

I know not where else to put this since our usual places seem lost to me.
BnB
~cb
 
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Late Moonlight II


The moon rises and casts its silver glow
There she dances on the strand
The only tune, his voice, she carries in her heart

Dancing away, she burns and aches with pain
Her heart cannot bear this solitude
She is strong and weak, brave and afeared

She needs him always, every day
She reaches for him with her words, her heart
Even when she is alone, she feels him with her
In a crowded room, she feels his hand at her back
Protecting, guiding, soothing.

Time goes on and her pain is assuaged
Or buried away, burned out, gone blind
She twists with uncertainty
She wishes she could take back
foolish things never meant to cut

In the end it was his dominance that pushed her
Unnfolding completely when he said "Now. Today."
In spite of her fears. Terrified of the consequences.
She leaned into years of time spent
Praying it would be enough

That her confession of her foolishness
A brief need to dance free and unrestrained
Not with another, but just to simply dance
That his love would be enough
Perhaps he would still have love for her
Perhaps he would be able to forgive

In the end, those things may be long gone
A time, a love greater than I have ever known.
I do not know, I'll be still and wait.
If he has heart for his girl still
Holding her heart in his heart
He can keep or crush it now
She bows to his will.
 
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Mess

We made a mess
such a tangled mess
I failed to trust you
round and round we went
each time I bent a little more
and gave up a little more
trying to accede to your need to be sure
that I was yours and yours alone
(I always was)

I lost my voice along the way
My paths became more and more circumscribed
I knew you watched me always.
this comforted me sometimes
othertimes, it made me feel
cramped
squelched
unable to move or breath
that with the wrong word or look
I would be in trouble
and the tangle would grow.
and my fear of creating doubt in you
unfounded doubt about me
caused me to fret and change.

did you not fall in love with me for me?
or did you only want a girl you could control
we got worse rather than better
even as we tried
each approach diminished me
made me feel smaller

over time we failed to trust each other
failed to voice our doubts
and these doubts grew
into a cancer
a web of fear that obscured
everything between us
creating a veil that hid
our motives and our needs
revealing a distortion of reality
that showed the other
only the worst

that attempt at a release valve
was instead a bomb
ticking inside your heart
day by day
cutting you to shreds
as my motives and needs
were misunderstood
and then I made things worse
hiding and dissembling
afraid to speak
your doubts unspoken
a festering wound between us

our strengths became our flaws
and contributed to our undoing
exacerbating a cut
until it nearly proved fatal

coyote and raven
stalked each other
eying each other for weakness
assessing for motives
attempting to read intent
but a coyote cannot read raven
and raven does not speak coyote
and the impasse grew

going each to their corners
seeping in doubt and mistrust
fear and wondering

when the wound was finally revealed
it had grown beyond all proportion
the thorn infected the body
shivering and racked

if only someone had seen the thorn
and pulled it months ago
long before it festered
becoming toxic and diseased

woulda coulda shoulda
the coyote howls
the thorn, finally removed
the puss flows freely now
is it too late?
can the body heal?
time will tell
quoth the raven

there is so much good here
there is good and light
Slowly the raven pulls at the thread
where it is so entangled
in the messy wound

hope there is for healing
look the thread has not been cut
we must just unwind it
till we get back to the nub.
Fearless we must be
Setting aside our doubts
leaning into what is true

Raven and coyote
are friends for life.
 
A Slice of Heaven



She stoops and finds a pretty shell
Wipes the sandy grit and colors shine
The cool calm surf reaches her toes
The wind light and sun shining bright

The sweet salt air fills her senses
Hear the cry of gulls that wing overhead
Her dog noses curiously here and there
The air is alive wih scents only he knows

Some driftwood floats lazily past in the foam
Others strewn haphazarardly up the strand
A smoldering charred pit sits past the tideline
Last nights fire dying down 'neath the sand

Tide pools and stones, shells and seaweed
Air bubbling up through the living earth
A faint distant lauighter on the wind
Far away a dog barks steadily and lively

The dreams of love and desire ebb and flow
In this place that never wavers called home
The rain starts and she lifts her face to the sky
And laughs, loves and feels her dance come alive
 
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