December 22nd, 2020

It’s my pleasure (I know it well)

Replace judgement with curiosity and Fall in it all

The labor of love
The pleasure of being
me or you
Or them or us
Here and now

It is surely something we have skin that is very soft to the touch and hair that feels good being pulled and the hunger that makes food so beautiful and mouths that speak words to uplift our love and the sense to feel the wind on our skin and eyes to understand what’s inside. The pull toward love and the push against hate.
Pleasure is our nature, even of our pain

So please?
(And if you do could it be-)