What it is or maybe what it Is not
Gremlins riding your ass powering their potency over and over.
The red recliner I’ve named…

Crossing over Bellowing becoming breaching here I am, hear me, see me. A whistled whisper
sets to howling insecurities
I am I am I am
hear me, see me Understand me.

Quiet breathing
listening
A breath then another and another does the breath understand me?
my sweetie repeats “you carry a heavy load” Maybe telling him was wrong
No one wants to hear another’s problems.

Maybe sharing;
sharing pleasure, sharing secrets, sharing is the place
where body opens,
a body joins another body Relaxing into it into them
So we are then the Wisdom we see, we understand.

~Siggy  (Signee Ruddy)