http://slow.writerscafe.org/HeyMarie The original writings of author hmhayden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339086 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Prose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1946900/ Free Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1945848/ Lopsided at best.This teeter tot tangowith hearts at odds.Who is the more?Who is the less?The players change,the field the same.Flip flopping of roles.tit for tat...back and forth...All feels the same.In the end,whether shortor long,Exhausting and familiar.The pattern remains. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1712664/ The Consummation has arrived.Below her waistBetwixt her thighs.The twisting of sheetsand clenching of fists.Backs arching upwardas lips meet to kiss.Parting the distancebetween two seas.Her fountain eruptsValidation she is pleased! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1699409/ Will you be my "Now",but never my "Forever"?Not to insult or devalueas that is not the intent.Forever never comes,lasts too longs,or ends up as my past.So now you see the reason I ask. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1689199/ Could it be,She truly sees me?In, Through, Without.And if so, where is my doubt?My rules and laws,so rigid.In, Through, Without.Impose by me.Obeyed by me.Stifling me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1688369/ All the empty pageslonging for wordsfrom the heart and soul.Wet inkdropping on the lines of the pages.Creating: Color Meaning Shape Form. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1688367/ Her vines of love grewalmost undetectablegentlywrapping between my toes.Climbing around my anklesupward toward my heart.Her vines of love were but a fewin the beginningsoftly wrapping my skin and soulwith their delicate blooms.Hues of yellow and scents so sweet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1688361/ Bubbling under the surface.Crying from the inside out.The pressure mounts and rises.Sadness and longing,For that which is unknown.Unnamed, unfamiliar,Perhaps, feelings of home.Home the sensation.Connected and whole.Not to be confused with Home the destination,Empty and Dull. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1688354/ Standing on solidfrozen ground.Feet planted firm and steady.That shift...Can you feel it?Warning, tremorstiny at first.Rattle from the inside out.Can you hear it?A knowing,deep within.Consciousness evolving.Can you see it?Fresh, rich soil erupts.Ripe for the planting.That shift...Can you smell .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1678575/ Modern Buddhism does not require us to go live in a cave. We can transform the ordinary into Dharma Wisdom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1678143/ Wisdom has graced me with her presence,enveloping my heart and mind.Patiently waiting for her arms to gently unfold and reveal the path ofAbundance.Abundant:Peace.Joy. Harmony.Which requires a pause to ponderTheir innate existence.Or do they vanish like an Illusion? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeyMarie/1678140/