Out of Order

I am the selfish one. I want what I have found to be my day to day. I’m tired of living half-in. I want it all. Now.

I am the responsible one. I want what I have made to be grown, to fly. I’m tired of living in-wait. I claim the rush. Today.

I am the sensual, romantic, Your One. I want Hallmark moments and fairy tale endings. I’m tired of this living with-out. I take this reality. Straight up.

I’m the rule maker. I want a rule breaker. Be in my arms, on my mouth. I’m ready for going all-in. I want all my boundaries broken. Amen.


Do things in order. Or not.


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the Senses



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Grateful for the Senses— all of it Art in some way— semantics, the language of communication, discussions, hearing another perspective, the ability to reflect, the willingness to challenge and change, the gift in the giving,  the connecting of ideas and the sharing of another’s vision and taking time to feel and taste and live fully in this rich world of learning.


Sensual touch stirs her. 


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Shoulders back, chin juts forward

We wish for freedom from the tethers of tedium

and then wait upon that cliff, clinging,

until it crumbles, unravels,

beneath our feet.

While hiding behind process, weighing options, measuring convention,

we know we haven’t truly planned to leap at all-

our own volition: weak.

Instead we wait for the falling,

after the forced push from behind,

and then have the balls to look over our shoulder and blame



Don’t give me an out, just tell me it is done; And let me make my own foolishness.


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