I want to be wanted

Alive, safe, satisfied 

Well and

Often

I want to discover each other

and know-with peaceful conviction

that you want me 

as much as I want you

To see the same things 

Expansively

And invest in the co-creation of concrete objectives

Realized together

Be that pasta or vastly infinite possibilities

I want to be wanted

As I am without further need for embellishment 

For you to look at me and see 

only that I am now, have been and forever will be exactly who you

Wanted

When I am succeeding, celebrating and happy

When I am tired, vulnerable, world-weary and a mess

When I am desiring you and 

When we’re apart 

Apart from myself

For apparently I’d chosen me before I was born

Abandoned her, yes, many times

But that was all predestined 

Along with subsequent soul retrievals 

Their lessons

Both bootstrapped and barefoot 

Now

I want to be wanted

When I’m brushing my teeth, folding laundry or sweeping the floor

Wanted not smothered, possessed or obsessed over 

I am not wings

But please and thank you before they arrive 

Wanted surely and securely like an atmosphere 

A protective ozone within which I can breathe, grow and feel your ever present warmth without having to doubt, decode or diminish myself

I want to be seen

quietly cherished

To have something of such value 

The world never has to know

a love that requires no performance, branding or paperwork 

One that reaches across the table, street, trail, console, history, sheets before or between us 

Gently announcing 

I’m here~

The final full moon in the year of the snake falling on Imbolc; indeed…left its marks all over me. Or was that Charlie’s talon and head butt from earlier when we played in the snow…either way I found myself bruised and panicked in a hotel room…you should know, she has the worst taste in men. Well, you do. And we did get him back his car, which he practically drove off a cliff with her in the passenger seat. It wasn’t me…no, I’m sorry officer, we don’t know where he is. Baba said I’m allowed to be messy and someday it’ll all make sense. So tonight we call on the practical Magic of poetry..,and, Anyway, it worked for Sal.