You are a wild flower. Picked early in the morning from a rough patch of wilderness. Scent blooming in my hands fresh and true - intoxicating and breathless - in my hand - in my heart - a fire lit that never goes out - a longing and a wanting that deepens over time and distance. Your absence causes my soul to pine with the deepest longing I’ve know. How I’ve grown - had I known, I would not have ventured to your edges - to the boundary of where you begin and end - where I begin and end. And yet now we have - we continue to merge our worlds and spot gratitude over evening smoke. We bend our knees in surrender - as we stretch and strengthen our bodies on the mat. Life is abounding in all directions and I do not know the half of it. The glumb boy, the stout man, the luscious woman - the slut in me - the temptress - all these voices and beings have come alive - are welcomed to the table of us - and it should be like this - the open hearted embrace of our many faces and facets - the tears running down our faces - the grown up behaviours that enables us to navigate the difficulties of three children - a life of freedom and following the soul’s call and - and - as it was in the beginning so it continues - further on and further in. Your eyes and face held me like stone last night - the complete takeover of my being with your being - this soul dance as if there is another soul stepping in and out of our own duo of footsteps. There is always more with you my dear - my fears fall away again and this new day penetrates the rain with sunlight on my leg as I read Nordic fires stories to my eldest - as I kindle my own soul flames with the fuel that I must keep returning to - this world of matter that matters deeply to me - and I raise my hands to support you - Leo lionheart - braveheart - my pumpkin pie - all the birds of Ireland flying in your eyes as you beckon me toward you - to join you - stand by you even as I stand behind you - gridle your back with wind and blow you forward in the fire of your own life - one flame, many flickers - just you roaring hot in your red lace knickers.