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July 2009 
Buttercup
Doug
remember?
my bones, my skin, my blood, my flying/swimming dreams,
that space neath the table where the groan ups don't dare look
where that ticklish feeling rises up like Kundalini himself
spreading out like a feast for two
my calm fingers found you
like the taste of the slightest trace of strawberries,
salty skin from sea spray
and anticipation,
the waves of sea foam
and blond hair
so exquisitely concealing
a place to rest my cheek
the rhythmic pounce of water on rock
the warm flow through sunlight
through crevice
the swirl of sea
around a wet dark stone
I heard your soft breathing before dawn
I woke you up
you didn't say a word
but I understood everything you meant,
the northern lights on the wall,
the pink through the white translucence,
the clear silence
The dew had fallen heavy
I could feel the damp through my shoes
A pavilion quiet now
in the early morning.
you sleeping behind the door
I closed with a hush
I could hear the music playing here
like a ghost
A single buttercup in the wet grass
called
and went back to dreaming
beneath your sleepy head.
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thank you, dear Doug, for creating a magical trail to walk down
tears…
a conspiracy! everything calls me back to remember today that one i lost :)
Doug, you're amazing. thanks for your word-weaving
You're quite the hiker Hummy and thank you for being here! Big hugs((()))
Hi Nicole! I'm so please to be able to share this feeling space with you and I hope you had some time to spend next to the sea here, She has so much to teach about the movement of the tides. I'll remember with you and hug you too.
ah, the eagle does soar over the eyrie
as surf grinds smooth these obsidian shores
and the wind sweeps him upward in long lazy spirals
so far, so deep, this realm he surveys
a glint of gold like a buttercup
in the searing blue kingdom
of the gods
groan-ups! indeed ;-)
such wild play
such a beautiful man
fire-tongue licking slowly
up the spine…
thank you, doug!
Hi Mary! Well a picture is worth a 1000 words and how many millions of pictures is a single touch worth?
For your touch I'd better get busy because there aren't enough pictures in the world yet.
The first two lines drew me in:
remember?
my bones, my skin, my blood, my flying/swimming dreams,
What a wonderful poem,
singing up from the underworld,
waking us up to ourselves…..
thanks Doug, I reconnected with ma Mer(e) walking barefoot in the surf on huntingdon beach, and also when I was in Vancouver… these tastes of ocean have left me hungrier than ever to live by the ocean… someday…
Thank you Kathy! As you probably know Aphrodite rose from the sea foam created from the castrated genitals of Uranus.
Be careful of that sea foam Nicole, it's potent stuff!
Kidding aside I'm not sure I could live away from the sea, someplace landlocked. It's like the sea is a part of my blood and I would shrivel up being away from it. Just as a heart shrivels to a small black thing when it's not in the presence of love.
this was great. I love the feel and the smell of the ocean and the warmth and love that you invoke.
i have long been landlocked - in the middle of the St Lawrence River at least we have water on all sides, but as you know, Doug, river is not ocean! As mighty as it may be. So I deeply understand your need to live near the sea. I will, in future - just need to work out how.
Indeed sea foam is potent! No wonder Aphrodite sprang from it… I am unafraid :) It will help me reach my goal!
Ummm…no….I didn't know that Aprodite rose from the sea foam created from the castrated genitals of Uranus. The things you learn on Gaia!
Hi Jenni I'm so happy to share this ocean and the warm wet stones resting in those tide pools that are so delightful when the sun heats them like a personal outdoor tub for two.
I love those rivers too Nicole but I do know what you mean. Rivers are not as primal as the sea and sea is to womb what river is to breast.
Hi Kathy! Don't you just love those Greeks! Those dudes defined HOT!
that's a great analogy, Doug! thank you… yes, we are nourished by the mother's milk of the rivers of life…
Aah thinking about landlocked - I love being near water - I make up for being 1000 k''s away from the ocean by jumping into the bath as often as possible. When Gien and I were in Cape Town a few weeks ago it was mmm liberating, rejuvenating! Whenever I'm there I vow to move to the ocean!
uuhmm, exquisite.. I so love the ocean too, the waves of passion, foam on wet dark stones & salty tastes on my tounge.. a ride of wonder, thank you doug. <3