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If You Live Alone

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If you live alone No one
.. can grab the remote
OR
.. play cacophony which hurts your ears
.. put you on the phone when you don't want to talk
.. cook foods whose smell makes you sick
.. fracture the silence in other ways
.. be upset if you tune out in meditation
.. wake you out of a beautiful dream, for morning sex
.. move or throw away your things
.. spend your money
.. mind if you get up in the middle of the night to work
.. expect you to do more than 50% of the cleaning, cooking, laundry
.. establish your priorities
.. object if you talk to old friends of both genders
.. decimate your freedom
and
when attacked by flatulence you need not leave the room.

Nevertheless many of us nonyogis prefer the path of
   mutual love.

 

  -saiom shriver-

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Dark night, bright moon,

you lit my heart on fire.

scorching sun, you have given me purpose,

it lifts me higher.

drift into sleep, I'm wishing to see you in my dreams...

at least I can feel you there..

I miss the way you'd push back your hair..

off to the side when you just don't care..

the taste of June.. 

the scent of July.. 

the warmth of August.. 

September i'll always remember.

October is way worth to forget.

feeble, faint... 

painting a portrait with this soul that reminds me of you,

smudged & running.. 

is this all now but a delusion...?

I can't help but question... 

please precious smile, stay with me for a long while.

eyes so piercing..

i'm sorry I can't stop myself from recapping..

it's breaking me apart inside

but i'll hold myself together & stick around for the ride..

shallow waters.. low tide.

stop trying to pry open my head.. 

i'll keep shaking you off to the side, instead..

if you can't understand these petty complexes..

i'm not the only one going crazy.

i'm not asking you to save me.. 

I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.

Her sweet perfume
fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.