The Tie Too My Mind

My hands,they’ve been broken and cut, burned and scared,from reaching out and doing,work aboard ship, and in life, with love.Yet, they’ve been tie to my mind.They’ve enabled me to create, out of rock and metal,to express myself on paper,and accomplish.But the most beautiful thing they’ve done for me,is when,your lips and naked body are pressed against mine,the warm softness of your mouth and skin,and with my hands, I touch you,and feel,how beautiful you are,when you are ready for you and I,and you bring, my body, my mind, and my heart,into oneness with you.

This poem is of thinking and learning. First with myself, of becoming more. Then the ideas, that women bring oneness into a relationship, that women are their most beautiful, when they are their most vulnerable, and that women need, being gently and lovingly held, of feeling safe and secure in the becoming of being their own.

Creativity is a wonderous development of thinking.