Saturday, June 11, 2011


Simple with joy,

I have the urge to draw a sea shore
On the skin of your hip
With fingerpaints;

But you touch my wrist
And two birds stay together in the nest,
Playing moon to the tides
Of love in you.



Claudia said...

wow shay - loved esp. the first part of found wonderful words for a beautiful and intimate moment

Brian Miller said...

loverly...fingerpaints and gravitational forces lie chocolate and peanut butter, bonnie and clyde, weiner and cell it shay

ellen abbott said...


hedgewitch said...

When I was fourteen or so, my mother took us to see South Pacific. It's very geared to the simplicity/purity of a fourteen year old's desires. There's a silly song in it called Bali Hai, about an island that might not be real calling you to itself, blue, mysterious, full of what you need to quench your thirst and make you whole, if you can just get there. However hokey, the song imprinted in my adolescent brain, and it gave me the same feeling of joy, longing and mystery I see so much more refined and cleanly expressed here. A beautiful, musical, love poem.

mac said...

It sounds like a wonderful way to spend a weekend.

or, a lifetime.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"playing moon to the tides....." sigh. Just so beautiful.

Lolamouse said...

so lovely. birds in a nest-so cozy.

Dulce said...

wow those are sexy words of real love

Mama Zen said...