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I feel comfy as a pillow
relaxed as a willow
soft and yet sturdy as can be
I feel unmasked like a hero
heart open to the one love
unguarded and safe as can be
seeing you
comfy as a cushion
relaxed as a mushroom
deliciously cozy with me
Yet we're ready
passionately
to blow the quiet
to have a riot
to join together
ardently
to have a heady diet
of luxurious
intimacy
I wouldn't often try it
it's so unlike my everyday
me
But it sure is a pleasure
something that we treasure
enormously
Yet I still
feel relaxed as a yogi
meditating on a lotus
chanting interminably
and then we're moving together
emotionally
intellectually
physically
and then we part for a while
in our steady relaxed style
dooby dooby do
dooby dooby do
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahhhhh
ready
to play and to join
in the evening and the morn
to know and be known
intimately
to plan and to play
day by day
in our own special way
passionately
casually
variously
I feel at home to the core
ready and some more
to love and still feel free
seeing you
comfy as a cushion
relaxed as a mushroom
deliciously cozy with me
Then once again we're ready
delightfully
to blow the quiet
to have a riot
to join together
ardently
and later we are silent
you do your thing I do my thing
pottering
comfortably
I feel unmasked like a hero
heart open to the one love
unguarded and safe as can be
seeing you
steadily my ally
relaxed as a valley
at home being with me
dooby dooby do
dooby dooby do
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahhhhh
you do your thing I do my thing
and sometimes we do our thing
dooby dooby do
dooby dooby do
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahhhhh
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Elsa
June 5, 1994
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WHO WILL HELP ME WITH MY SPARK?
A cry from the heart.
One of a number of
PLEASE HELP POEMS,
HELP ME PLEASE LYRICS.
A heart felt I NEED HELP poem.
The cry is for a very specific help:
Who Will Help Me With My Spark?
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THE CRY
I can feel the cry
from deep inside
coming out in
PLEASE HELP POEMS,
HELP ME PLEASE LYRICS,
POEMS OF LONGING AND ALSO HOPE.
More than one
I NEED HELP POEM.
An outpouring of
PLEASE HELP POETRY,
HELP ME PLEASE LYRICS,
POEMS OF LONGING AND HOPE,
hope of being heard,
hope of a hand reaching to me.
And so I keep writing ...
HELP ME PLEASE POEMS ...
And time flows on,
and on,
and on ...
trying continuea,
and some reach happens.
Then the poems - so many poems -
are put aside for years.
Now they pull at me again.
I am listening again.
And the call is still there.
This time the call is to me -
that I help with the spark.
Elsa
February 16, 2024
