Where Demons Tread

Hon,

How will I know that it is ok and safe to keep being myself around you?

I have always had to mask due to walking on eggshells around toxic critics trying to belittle me.

You are so important and represent so much that is important to me that it has brought forward such near-painful lockdown shyness!

Will you reach for and keep reaching for me to draw me out of my shell and reassure me?

Because I definitely want to be the one who does this too, for you.

Altered States

Truly Me

I had a dream where I was at a low-key party, and all of these men took turns wanting me to get to know them.

Of course, I misread their attentions as them wanting to get to know me – except for this one who was quiet and just watching.

In every one of them I searched for my love, though fascinated by what they were doing.

I just haven’t ever had that much male attention directed at me, and inside I felt uncomfortable although externally friendly-engaging while I kept glancing around me to try to regain my bearings.

I kept returning to the man who was quiet – then another guy would come along chatting.

I realized then that it was a matchmaking event, where I was supposed to give each one some time.

Then, a cat with a kitten came up purring against me and began talking to me while I was briefly able to return to the quiet man, and they told me with words about his affection for me because he wouldn’t say much in person.

Special cats.

Special man.

I felt more comfortable with him and the felines, and planned to cycle back again despite the chaos.

Before this, I dreamed of a spirited but mature female horse that followed and trusted me as I kept her safe.

I also dreamed of my mother and I having a conflict where she hard-harsh challenged me – but then she yielded to my blasted back authority because I was right, and we made up as friends and were at peace, finally.

Where Demons Tread

How I Feel About You

There is a charge around my solar plexus
A place that has been my warning system

Only it flares and crackling-light bubbles
Like sparkling, popping-igniting fireworks

Yesterday we met a man who was like you
But was missing rare essential ingredients

He held out his hand to shake mine and I
Imagined at distance that it could be you

He kept glancing at me though married
And my gut energy was spiral-churning

So much closer my pulsing energy wanted
To have it actually be you in my life’s realm

I was glad that he finally took his leave
As I then looked for you in the evening

Because nothing and no one has ever set
My instincts alive connecting soul to body

Like feeling you could be here with me
Hard flips my being’s circuits embodied