..a humble smile and a thank Yyou
for wanting to know, perhaps a little more about me.........
The soft twilight breaking through the canopy of trees
leading me down the meandering path ..until i come nearer the basement.
Lowering my head, and my six foot frame so as not to get my dark silver spun curls
tangled in the low branches of the surrrounding trees, i continue.
Although a newly discovered treasure, this place beckons my journeying almost daily.
Calling and drawing me during my search for self.
With the hem of my ribboned gown....covering nothing *soft smile*,
and a red ribbon laced across my ample breasts, i slip down the well worn stairs of the basment,
looking for Ffriends that appreciate the wisdom that comes through decades of living,
yet new to the discovery of life ~~ daily searching.
The need to learn is great, as i try to increase patience with serving,
finding my limits, my bounds, and the desires that lay within.

As Yyou read this, i slowly raise my head,
glancing up and catching Yyour eyes in a soul searching glance ..
penetrating, reaching, and then.....respectfully lowering
until they return to my basket of ribbons.
These ribbons, my memories, my hopes, my life...i carry always with me....sorting, untangling, weaving, with care...learning from the past as my fingers caress the places i have been, and Tthose who have touched me.....Leading me here.

Although i wander this world not alone, today i search for the company of words... ..
teaching me, Ffriendships to nurture and develop, language that flows freely and yet can bind together tightly, and the ability to find the bonds of Oones limits.

Leaving Yyou, a few if my rambling words......i hope Yyou smile, and introduce Yyourself next time we meet...

Come visit my room #r-openlips, and leave some foot prints for me to find..

reaching for the rose you
placed in my fingertips...
for a second...a sharp thorn
pierced my flesh..
and in so doing
the scent of the rose grew stronger..
the color deeper..
how could i know the joy...
in the gift.
without the beauty of
pain