To my lover, after valentines.

A lazy satisfaction 

Reclining wrapped in fleece and flannel

A morning well-spent 

Smug grins and filthy giggles

And the harsh burn of anticipation

As the bubbles dance on my tongue 

And the day stretches ahead into the distance 

We will eat together

Forget each other in separate sensual pleasures

Distracted by tastes 

And distracting with touches 

We will walk and hold hands 

And buttoned up in my nice red coat I will look up at you shyly and smile 

And my heart will swell 

Fit to burst 

That this is a little piece of peace that is mine

But for now we are languid 

Lounging and satisfied from longing 

And we share this sparkling bliss

And this is us 

And this is love 

100 Years

100 Years

So much can change in 100 years.
You can travel very far,
But this change can be exhausting,
And sometimes it's too damn hard.

A change began 100 years ago,
The start of something new and great.
Some say that change was it, enough.
For some change still comes too little, too late.

So find the joy in the change we've had.
Celebrate those who went before,
But keep drawing your battle lines in the sand,
And it is never the time to stop asking for more.