With pure awareness and no self consciousness you ever so gently pull my hair away from my face and hold it securely behind my head.
Looking into your eyes again I realise I have not see you for a very long time I forgot how clear and knowing you are and look how you bathe me with the purest love and acceptance.
Nervously I touch my pinkened lips and widen my staring eyes self consciousness and floundering being who i am. oh outside man remind me of love remind me of love.
"The more I allow the man to look at me, the more I see god in him--or he is god--and the woman--us--one, nothing without the other." Jj, January 9, 2009
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the man is my brother and my conscience......his eyes are my soul...
Jj
One of my favorites Nina--soulful would be an understatement--
Outside Man, Outside Woman.
With pure awareness
and no self consciousness
you ever so gently pull my hair
away from my face
and hold it securely behind my head.
Looking into your eyes again
I realise I have not see you
for a very long time
I forgot how clear and knowing
you are
and look how you bathe me with the purest love and acceptance.
Nervously I touch my pinkened lips and widen my staring eyes
self consciousness and floundering
being who i am.
oh outside man remind me of love
remind me of love.