An Ear for a Feel

Really , you don't say

Really you don"t

talk

You sign , with your mind

oh and fingers

Your eyes they sing

And to think you thought you

needed to hear or was that them

They wouldn't say , you tried to sign



When  really all you needed was to feel

a heart beating ...like mine


cynthia luvbabyluv

Dancing in our boxer shorts

I am a softy for his hairy arms

He sings sometimes with noise
cancelation head phones on but
I hear him and am glad I am not
also wearing noise cancelation
head phones.

He hates fast food

He taught me that sushi doesnt
always taste like raw fish

Its the moments when he loses
himself , when I lose him to his doubt
I suppose it was something that happened
a long time ago. But ......he always
returns.

I was once only half , now I am whole

Being whole does not mean I am not me anymore
I had found myself along a road closed
I picked myself up , a traveler now found

He makes me laugh
so I brought him along

We dance  at home in our boxer shorts

topless

no drinking but the feeling of being drunk

In Love

Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

They

They tell me things

They always have

I was young when I
began to listen to them

I suppose it is a way
a look on my face

They tell me how it was
and how it began

They just want someone to
to hear , just hear , just hear

Not true really , they want
someone to talk to them back
and tell them its ok what they
have to say , Even if it is not.


Cynthia Luvbabyluv

WE

we all need
we all want
we all feel

all together

different

all together

odd

we all eat
we all drink
we all bleed

RED

we all need
we all want
we all feel

What More Can I Say


Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Spaced

Senses infiltrate each space. 
Erotic pauses thoughts sweat laced. 
Moved but motionless. 
Time but spaced.


Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

You Nude

Shades of blue
 Hues 
Food coloring sky 
You nude 
Apple orange pie 
Kisses 
Smoke rings
Bliss filled things


Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Fright Delight

Tingle down spine ,chilly fingers touch my mind ,
screams quietly yell ,
"What the hell!...was that fake or REAL." 


Cynthia LuvbabyLuv      

Sensation

Senses infiltrate each space,

erotic pauses,

thoughts sweat laced.

Moved but motionless,

time spaced.

Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Don't bring me down that hole

Impossibilities BLACK HOLES Leading to brain dead IMAGINATIONS Where once THOUGHTS Through inspiration rich vessels FLOWED Who'd of known NEGITIVITY Once grown ....FLESH TO BONE Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Gate 44G now sitting in seat 16c off to Salt Lake City

We are currently in Utah attending the Sundance Festival 2012. While here and on our flight I was inspired to write. Flying high above a cloud sea sky Bumpy potholeless air road It's about setting sail Riding the kites tail Becoming a bird with wings Navigateing towards new and adventurous things Cynthia LuvbabyLuv