lady writer... she reminded me of me

she comes to me in dreams...

decided to bring her from the dream realm into the waking when my kids were doing watercolor paintings yesterday....

tell your story walking...

this is the primary song driving my thesis process at present.

found myself in a dark and stuck place today, and as always, Deb is pulling me out.

i would like you to touch me...

Tantric Lover (anonymous)


The Lover asked: How would you like me to touch you?

And The Lover answered:
I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far far away, and you wanted to remember my body, the texture of my skin, the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am…



I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love me, but unable to see me and communicating this thru your fingertips, your gaze, the warmth and nearness of your breath.

Touch my face, the insides of these arms, this belly, my toes, all of the places you would never think to touch… learn what I feel like, imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my shape.



I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands, radiating love energy with every stroke. Feel the energy penetrating through skin, through flesh, into bone, entering into the cells of my body.



I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through your hands. Feed on me, drink deeply and draw from your touch the love that I hold for you. I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands, as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained.



Every inch of me thirsts for your touch, yearns to be fed. Touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly caressing the edge of my being; as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as you caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues.



I would like you to touch me as if you could feel my inner self, as if your hands were fire, burning away the dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul, as if your hands were sponges, soaking up the essence of my being.

I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by dampening my skin you enliven my spirit. I would like you to touch me as if my skin and your skin were were soft velvet creating sparks as only the tips of threads passed in the heat, as if you were a musician, and your touch brought forth different sounds from different parts of me, as if I were a rare jewel, precious and valuable.



I would like you to touch me as if we were lovers...



like the two opposing wings of a butterfly, the dreamworld is one wing and the awake world is the other wing.

the butterfly must have both wings connected at the heart in order to fly.

the twin world of dreams, like this world, never ceases living, forming as it does a parallel continuum to the waking world.
Although the landscape of dreams may seem different than the landscape of the awake world, it is actually the balanced opposite, reversed version, where our souls live out our bodies' lives reenacted as if in a complex kind of mirror.