Tribes

Last post I talked about looking for a walking partner. Well, I am still looking ...but!  I found a writers group here in Las Vegas. They meet twice a week and so far they look like an active and diverse group of people dedicated to the craft. 

I now have a new tribe. Feeling grateful and happy at this new addition to my life.

Found a piece of poetry I wrote to Chance.  He wrote poetry for me which I loved. This is about our back and forth in the beginning. He so wanted me to move in with him and I resisted for a while. Then I gave way.

You whisper.

You push.

You pull.

You're insistent.

I giggle.

I skip.

I jump.

I'm silent.

You waited.

I'm here.

You're there.

I surrender. 

 Kisses and Sweet Talk

I found another yahoo chat today. The one where you told me you kissed me and talked to me in my sleep.  

This is what we had. This is what I am missing.  You spoiled me with your love and attention and that my man was ongoing and it was the glue in our relationship.  I would have done absolutely anything for you.  

I didn't have your quiet nature but you weren't looking for that. You told me early on you didn't want a partner who was shy. I was anything but. So the introvert finds the extrovert and they lived together happily.  

I was the rough to your smooth.  The boisterous to your retiring nature and you seemed to enjoy the contrast. You were the quarterback and the goal kicker and I was the linebacker and the blocker. We made it work for us.

I miss your hugs, I miss your soft touches and your heart.  I miss holding your hand every night as we went to sleep. We had such beauty here. No one would guess at what we had. 

 I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched... Edgar Allen Poe

Yep. I was pretty much insane from that moment we came together.  That never changed. 

I realize, especially from past relationships that included the marriage that proceeded our own that things tend to calm down and lose their sparkle as time marches on. That did not happen for me with you. 

My heart still went pitty-pat with you - not every day, but it certainly did in those moments we shared dancing to our song,  me hugging you from behind while you made Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner and you dragging me about the kitchen behind you patting my hands that were clasped around your middle. Sometimes I felt it while  watching you repair something in the garage or even just watching you sitting and reading. 

Forever crazy about you.