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adjustment

locus shift brings much
satisfaction, expanding
my world delights me

nick:

each character in
my life has tagged me with a
unique sobriquet

my dears:

gifted with trust i
hold secrets and accept them
where and as they are

trust:

i struggle for words
a maelstrom swirls inside me
trust intuition

rescue breathing:

at night’s end when the
flames have gone, embers remain.
breathe life into them

cute:

the little dress fits
cute in polka dots i feel
happy as can be

self love:

i’m the center of
my universe and i am
surrounded by love

bloom:

sweet and light spirit
a laughter and warmth cocoon
my hair is messy

to my boos:

san francisco femme
friends, i love your free spirits
your presence is joy

roco:

oddly intimate
my body forever changed
you have gentle hands

moto bromance:

mind silent because
our crazy rhythm matches
and we rode like hell

arrivederci annie:

sometimes you know a
decision is right and it
is quickly confirmed

center:

i am the center
of my universe i am
the sun and the stars

hell on wheels:

i ride the road to
awesome join me or get out
of my merry way

laughter is medicine:

often amused i
walk through life chuckling at the
antics of others

void:

the praise written was
erased and in its place is
only emptiness

lift and drop:

in love and riding
there’s lift yet both are danger-
ous if you are dropped.

truth:

external beauty
holds my eye briefly but good
souls own mine always

impending doom:

the fuse is lit, count
down to detonation and
clear the blast radius

diamonds:

diamonds suit me as
they add to my luster, we
are formed by pressure

precipitation:

precipitation
this woman seems quite aloof
but my eyes don’t lie

fierce love:

she is trusted and
she is loved by me for her
awesome character

for my girlfriend Ruthie. i’m so very grateful she exists and i love her to bits.

bitte:

bitte vergiss nicht
dass ich dich liebe, mein schatz
glaub mir, sei sicher

vessels:

each relationship
is its own vessel and should
stay with its own walls

sympathetic joy:

my joy is boundless
and it is fed by the joy
of people i love

siren song:

adventure awaits
it beckons me sweetly and
i can not resist

it’s strange the moments that stick with you:

our conversation
at ocean beach was sweet and
unforgettable

tone deaf:

sometimes digital
communication leaves me
feeling quite confused

where is my mind?:

our wavelengths are
not the same feet in the air
and head on the ground.

unsettled/wanderlust:

i don’t know whether
to stay or go and this is
true for work and home

church:

twisting the throttle
is how i find my zen flow
and feel what’s holy

stimme:

i love his nice voice
and accent and my head on
his chest as he speaks

out:

it feels so good to
have words to describe the way
that i love others

joey zak:

our relationship
to our bodies can be fraught
with mixed emotions

(you are beautiful as you are. 😘)

lascia stare:

poking and prodding
feels like interrogation
not intimacy

hiding:

so unobservant
and shielded one cannot see
sweetness flowing forth

decorum:

dear youngster you’re
cute yet without patience which
turns me the fuck off

lily pad:

do you bounce from one
lover to the next like frogs
on lily pads do?

distanz:

sehnsucht nach dir ist
eine süße holle das
ich nicht fliehen kann

pink:

‘neath cherry blossoms
i rest and gaze upon the
glory of nature

awash:

the energy has
a hold and i ponder if
it should be exchanged

chiarascuro:

means the interplay
of light and shadow akin
to missing your love

lips:

i miss your kisses
they are intoxicating
like our chemistry

manifesto:

working for myself
creating clarity so
that i move forward

i muted you:

dear friend i love you
but your negativity
is a crushing weight

i try to love and support my friends. i truly do. but there comes a point where my own vitality and joy override that desire. today, i put my dearest friend on mute because i
could
not
fucking
take it.

do not expect things to change if you do not put forth effort to change them.

rot:

decay is not bad
death feeds life and nurtures
what is yet to come

chrysalis:

transformational
is how i describe last week
i forgot growth hurts

rank:

i loathe hierarchy
relationship anarchy
fits my heart the best

i am not so brave:

being loved hurts more
than accepting life alone
hope is dangerous

lachrymose wheeling:

lachrymose wheeling
face shield open like my heart
my armor removed

wings and cages:

how much space may i
take up when others jostle
for your attention?

vogel:

er hat mir gesagt
dass er mich liebt und mein herz
singt wie ein vogel.

iceberg:

just the tip is seen
unless rocked by the ocean
no one sees below.

ruth:

wise words from a friend. i turned them into a haiku because , well, it’s what i do.

your energy shan’t
be colonized or stolen
protect your own wealth
(c) 2023, 04.26.23

emotional intimacy:

a venn diagram of
lovers who’ve seen my tears has
little overlap

reunification:

vessel full in all
ways my being is soothed and
blissfully content

concert:

numan in concert
ministry followed and they
still fucking rock hard

boy:

we drove rather far
and i liked our time on the
journey together

god of war:

the moon squares mars
and my temper is fiery
best leave me alone

solo:

sometimes i need to
dissociate and to observe
and not to connect

ursa:

i am peaceful love
walk on me but don’t fuck with
a mama bear’s cubs

giro in moto:

muscles ache stiffly
i reckon the riding is
to blame for this pain

air:

the air was like a
caress on my skin flowing
warm like my body

reckless:

i’m free breaking the
law riding swiftly wind in
face feeling my joy

apps:

we are free adults.
gimme a number or fuck off
i am not patient

life cut short:

i witness decay
her body fails but she won’t
love it tenderly

yellow:

ranunculi are
blossoming yellow ‘neath grey
skies and so i smiled

delay:

i chose joy despite
considerable delay.
yet, i am quite tired.

san francisco:

i left my heart and
found myself. i’d reckon that
it was a fair trade.

bridge:

suspended over
water. spanning hills. golden
in the dawn’s soft light

snaps:

a relationship
was distilled into a few
pictures. nothing more.

flight:

back in the city
lover’s wing is broken and
he can’t play in bed

limbo:

awaiting response
the pending message hopes for
reunification

german:

he once stretched me wide
and sank inside of me while
i moaned with pleasure

waylon:

waylon once sang that
women know how to carry
on. he is correct.

walking:

smiles produced by the
use of sarcomeres on
a beautiful day

words:

using words is not
that hard to do but it can
spare some suffering.

stood up:

pretty girl stood up
lingerie back in the drawer
tears roll on cheeks