Each morning I’m a baby bear
crawling out of my cave
from a long winter sleep.
My body lying like stone
while my spirit flew around
trading hot kisses with eternity.
I stretch my creaky legs,
rub my crusted eyes,
pull a big, tasty breath,
ready to devour
this brand new baby day!
Gwendalyn Gilliam, Incline Village, January 29, 2011
We are fairy dancers spiraling,
whirling in air with our little fairy friends,
spreading a trail of sparkling dust
as we turn and blush, turn and blush.
I see in your eyes deep pools of love,
feel energies merge as our walls dissolve,
touching palm to palm, the radiance there,
your chest so proud—I want it bare!
No matter you’re at the computer
nor that I am rubbing sore backs;
our spirits are free and they’re dancing.
They’re soaring, they’re leaping,
they’re making some tracks!
In my heart I am safe.
In my heart I am beloved.
An angel followed me many years
to bless me with his gift of love.
He had to go back to a darker place
to weigh duty against his life.
But his presence has gently marked me,
forever saturated with love,
he gave me everything I need.
Can you feel my adorable heart smile
enfolding you with comfort?
Gwendalyn Gilliam, Incline Village, January 26, 2011
I got my baby back
and now he is sweeter and softer,
hard like a lion,
velvet like cake.
His juiciness can climb the tallest building,
leap the widest sea,
covers the planet in sun splach,
paints the night sky with silvery droplets of moon.
Now he’s bubbling through my veins
and you know what that means—
Pop! goes a volcano in Hawaii.
Cause my baby is back,
and I am going to suck his angel breath
all the way down to my chattering saloon doors.
Gwendalyn Gilliam, Incline Village, January 19, 2011