Poem: The Woes of Things Undone


My heart bursts with each wave of emotion lived in the not living given what I have left undone.
Choices escaping my grasp as I walk past what could have been but was not back then.

The pain of leaving things undone will alway come sometimes unannounced wishful thinking in every ounce.

More memories created, desires never satiated, hope slowly faded but still living despite what’s been stated.

Exposed Loving 💙, 8.22.17

Sensuality of the Senses

What if a person treated touch as a precious action only to be indulged when the language of “in love” is spoken, heard and received.

What if looking into someone’s eyes past the point of a friendly gesture would be allowed only to get the attention of someone you want to know much deeper than surface, much longer than a lifetime.

What if tasting was seen as a sacred feast only to be had with the one who has captured your heart for eternity.

What if hearing the voice of the one you love was like a serenade, an offering given to you reminding you of a warm summer night experiencing the cool sprinkling of a beautiful fountain.


What if the fragrance of someone caught your attention devastating your senses with the fresh scent of baked cookies,

bacon, grits and eggs cooked to perfection; they smell like home.


Why not save the sensuality of the senses for the one who knows more about you than those who were the closest to you, that person makes you smile from your eyes to your cheeks and holds you through every hard time and every exuberant celebration.


Exposed Loving 💙 8.7.17

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 3)

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 2)

PART 3, Conclusion 

I refuse to be a refuge of ill will

spreading anger and a dangerous

attitude toward those around me. I

choose to be an ambassador of

something real and true – LOVE.


Looking above situations and the

human capacity to hurt one another

without cause, I refuse to give up

on the possibility of real

conversations, authenticity and love.


These fortuitous rendezvous that Love

has blessed will take place, they have tojust as I must breathe to stay alive.


The meetings have all been for a

reason. I will not allow them to

pass by even if my heart has

been wounded by someone I

thought I knew.


Exposed Loving 💙,  8.5.17 

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 2)

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 1)


Part 2

You, the few that knew, captivated

my senses enough that I began to

hope in humanity once again.


You see, in the times in between, my

heart had been broken; betrayal

happened much too often and I spent

too much time building walls that I

was not made to keep up.


These fortuitous meetings happened

and open me up to the certainty that

the Holy One is present looking out

for me so I don’t become another

casualty locked into a mindset that

asks questions like why and how come

but no one knows the answers so the

questions linger.

(To be continued)


Exposed Loving 💙, 8.4.17