Come
Come With Me
We climbed aboard your shaky boat.
Dogs, dogs and yes, more dogs!
I want to seed your mind
I want to lay across sea
Organic foods make me uber excited!
Mom, don’t leave me here alone
Mom, are you with dad now?
Spirituality becomes me and I sneeze
Only three memoirs more to come
The dog licked me twice: my mom?
Dancing, always dancing the night away
*The crescent moon speaks to me.
Line of stars in my blood
*Line of stars in my bed
Brass King sleigh bed: all mine
This new move becomes my elegance
*Hot and sturdy: my, you are!
Lover of dogs not of cats
*Lover of dogs come pet me
Sail away with me my love
Big Island Love…
Love and Blissfulness,
Ruthie
The references to Mom remind me: I just had a conversation with a high school classmate with some Roma blood. She was telling me about how her dad, and grandparents started channeling to her recently. I'm the only person she knows that knew her grandfather, so she's full of questions to me.
My wife's dad loved to hunt crows. Anytime my wife sees a crow now, it's her dad keeping an eye on her. Not Roma, but Pennsylvania Dutch.
Sentimental. Erotic. Blissful.
Sail On! …. So says Jimmy Buffet