Recent Musings. . .

Remember when the most exciting thing in the universe was touching the hand or leg of your lover, before you ever even explored their lips?   The electricity that runs through these appendages could light a galaxy.  When a hand stops its incessant activity and alights on yours, just briefly, it feels like the moon has stopped just for you.  Or when the leg of your beloved is willing, for just this certain slice of time, to stop roaming the earth and let you rest your little hand on it because there’s nowhere safer.  It’s an honor to stop these busy explorers.  Like when a flying thing rests on your shoulder and lets you know how magical a place you are to light upon.