More human

She has never seen a man
whose face can undergo 
so much change so quickly...

Transformative change,
creative change,
change you'd almost swear
it is self-chosen...


Sometimes it's the kind:
''You look like a very very young man'',
as she tells him
or at other times
his expression changing so radically
it's as if she's with a different person.
In a good sense.
In a 'nice surprise!' sense.

''My baby'', she thinks to herself.
''It is not just my face that has changed
ever since I've become yours''.
''Your face has changed too..''
Becoming more relaxed,
more ...more human....

Yes...

A sweet conversation,
coming from the depths of their heart:

''What if I have done this 
with all other women as well",.

''I know..always have...
I dont care...''
''I will be with you as long as you need me..''

''So what are you,
some kind of sister of mercy,
on a mission to save every looney weirdo out there?''

''Not just about 
every weirdo out there...''

''Just you...''
''Only you,
always you...''

Foxy Head

-''Who invented that nickname, Foxy?''
-''Me of course '', he says.
-''Because of that color in your hair...''

But I'll always be
a vixen at heart, baby,
no matter what...

Your vixen...

Moments

A Summer storm raging outside
and her tasting him
slowly
adoringly
relishing him
for hours.

She's swooning in his arms
from the intensity and sweetness
of his energy pouring into her.

The Moon peeking from up there
while the sunset colours are still visible.

She's napping  right across him
and he turns down the TV 
to let her sleep peacefully.

Tea lights flickering 
over a glass or two of wine.

Ice cream eating 
and her holding his foot
while sunbathing.


Salty kisses, sunburnt noses and shoulders
and massages and soothing creams
and her friends captivated by his presence.

Watching the world go by 
all around them
while drinking in 
each other's nearness.

Her happiness, his contentment.
His caring, her adoration.

What this gorgeous full moon 
brought for them....

Fond memory

One of her fondest memories:

Waves crashing on him
He is laughing like a boy
and he looks handsome
and so very young and carefree..

and happy...

By Choice

You needed me

to love you in all your forms.

You needed me

to find passion and get horny

in your gory, secret bits.

I needed you

to sing lullabies to my anxieties,
to pull me out of my drabness

and celebrate in my deeply held truths.

You did and so did I.

We found each other by chance,

we stayed together by choice...

As sweet as honey

''You're as sweet as the honey
they produce here'', she tells him.

And he is.
Even sweeter, I swear.
Much sweeter.

Every act of kindness and care
he does for her
rendering her heart
even fuller with love.

An overflow of gratitude..