with you…under white linen sheets.

with you.  under white linen sheets. is where i want to be in bed.  no longer alone. where we lay awake full in love free of heartbreak. wrapped in sunlight where we can live out our dreams in each other’s arms while kissing beneath the stars and chasing moon beams. we’ll smile from the happiness…

we …

we fall from grace. we save face. we resolve our faults. we discover unfound flaws. we heal even if we don’t feel. we fall while standing tall. we run despite never finding our stride. we cry in our lost efforts to try. we rise and shine in a gloomy dark. we smile through the pain….

my own conversation with warhol.

i like my alone time.  serene solitude.  quiet moments where i can manifest and ponder.  however, sometimes in my restful respite the odd lad or lass pops in to offer his or her companionship.  he’s an artist or she’s a muso.  he’s a pop culture icon or she’s a rock legend.  i seem to appreciate…