agreement

when i am in his arms,
when we are in our bed,
my man and i intensify
till kissed becomes as wed.

when space holds us apart,
when missing becomes keen,
my man and i indulge a lie
that dreamed is good as seen.

when all is said and done,
when words and thoughts are free,
my man and i will verify:
the best pronoun is 'we.'

holding hands

it's the simple things, right?

a touch, a hug, a smooch, a leg rubbing lightly against yours while you're both watching a movie.

that's how you know.

a look, a smile, a laugh ...

holding hands, i think, is the perfect metaphor for a relationship. you aren't stuck together, tied together, or all clingy. you're connected by that touch because you and your lover want each other to know some things: i'm happy to give up a free hand for you. i want to feel our one-ness in everything we do together. if you stumble, i'm here, you won't fall. but i'm not holding on so tight it'll restrain you from anything. you can pull away anytime, if that's what you want. but it's not what i want.

holding hands is the best.

work and play

work sucks!

i do not say this from personal experience, seeing as how i have never held a job in my life, but i keep hearing that it's the case.

which means you probably know somebody who goes to work and thinks it sucks.

and if you know somebody who goes to work and thinks it sucks, why not try and make it suck a little less?

text them!

facebook them!

email them!

let them know you're thinking about them, and that you don't want their day to suck quite so much.

(only don't go overboard, or maybe you might get them fired for spending too much time texting and emailing and facebooking you back.)

let me tell you, there are very few people who would have a problem with getting an occasional, "hi! i love you!" text.

try it!

unless everybody you know is independently wealthy and doesn't have to work. in that case, i don't know what to tell you.

ta-ta,

claire

when

when you smile at me

i feel

shielded
weightless
surrounded by clouds

i am

heated
livened
a coal in a fire

i know

comfort
contentment
the guidance of destiny

when i smile at you

it is because

i know

i am
where i belong

needed

he forgets, sometimes. probably because guys are dumb that way.

he forgets that what he needs is here, has been here all along. he wanders through the world wishing, worried, woeful, wintered with the white snow of discontent. (hah, did you get that shakespeare thing there? "snow is the winterer of our discontent?" sorry to interrupt and point that out. i get kinda self-conscious when the whole poetry vibe gets going in me, and i guess i just have to cut in with a joke or people will think i'm all full of myself. now where the hell was i?)

remembering. he does it sooner or later. he looks around at all those empty "w" words he's surrounded himself with, and he stops and it comes back to him.

and then he comes back to me, my lost little lamb (you know, sheepish?) ... and he finds everything that he needs.

in my arms.

goodnight, peeps. my man needs me.

love,
claire

wanting

desire ...

yergh!

buddha was always going on about it being the root of all suffering, so i am told, and i am not sure i buy into that, as it is also the root of some pretty good ... rooting, you know. and when it hits you in those waves of heat, that mind-blowing swirl of energy in your chest ... well, that's really hard for me to consider a bad thing, even when there's no way for anything to happen that will wash away the ache.

i have been short on time and opportunity for a lot of my favorite activities lately (or "activities" if you want me to say it like i'm implying something dirty, which I am). so there's this wicked hunger swirling around in my tummy and under my ribs, making my arms feel like they're full of high-voltage electrical wires. and it jumps up and falls back, and jumps up and falls back, and sometimes the jump makes it seem unbearable and sometimes the fall back makes me feel empty and helpless, but in the middle there's this hovering state of energized, unfulfilled appetite.

when it's right, appetite is a promise, not a tease. it says, "yeah, you're hungry now, but that's just going to make it ten thousand times better when dinner is served." as long as you know that your want will sooner or later be satisfied, desire is the foreplay of life.

oh, how i want, right now.

wishes,
claire

habits

you've got to make good ones and kick the bad ones!

well, maybe. i'm not sure i even have any bad habits. i don't pick my nose. i don't leave the lights on. i don't eat just because i'm unhappy. in fact, i never over-eat ... i always eat just ... the right ... amount. i don't masturbate in public, and when i'm in private, i don't ever make myself guilty about what comes naturally.

so i'm not thinking up with any bad habits to kick, but there's for sure some good ones i need to be more habitual about. like blogging.

if anyone can point out to me any bad habits i have, go ahead. only don't make a habit of doing it. that's not such a good habit to have.

toodles and poodles,

claire