Naughty Bits -- Published Work by Gina Marie
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Back in the Saddle
Now, I'll have more time again to frolick and play and roll around in the dirt! Yee-haw!
We just returned from a massive and massively wonderful road trip all the way across the country, from Oregon to Lake of the Woods country in Ontario, Canada. This land is so incredible! The weather was warm and summery all the way there and back.....now we're here at home in clouds and rain. It's better than 108 degrees in Oklahoma, but cummon, not this again! Where's our summer?
Ah well. For everything, there is a season.....and perhaps, a reason.
The rain falls plainly
This rain, it is not like the tropical rain.
Cold, northern ‘precipitation’ falls
uninterrupted, without the sexy drumbeat
rhythm of leaf strike and stalk slide,
no island salsa cha-cha here –
only pedestrian tap-tap-tap leaking from
lonely hearts and grey skies,
in and out of cold, cruel, heartless months.
Incense is burning. Dough is rising.
Love burns slowly, leaving a trail of soft, grey ash
and fleeting footprints of existence.
In the velvet of dawn,
lips caress wet, sun-kissed skin.
as morning glory vines.
Fingertips stroke a rhythm
against taut, silk drumhead
of thigh and belly and breast.
Toes touch. Sea meets sky.
Palms sway. A sigh of breeze.
A melody of sunlight.
A swaying hammock of birdsong.
Earth and bloom rise to greet the day.