soft spots

[creativesoul]

there is a place where all those things that seem to combine and intertwine and embrace- fade a bit in light of the soft spot- the place where no resistance can be had-tickling would be the very first time- that these kinds of soft spots were revealed-laughing uncontrolably- contorted and giggling- to the point of nearly wetting my panties-on the floor-
there is a trail to the sleeping giant on kauai and it is another one of my soft spots- that a giant laid down and went to sleep and never woke up to this world again- but gaurded the people- in dreamtime.
then there is that moment when you turn a corner and almost bump into somebody and break into a smile- it is a soft spot-
my skin is so dry- that even with all the oils and magic cremes i feel the snake skins wriggling lose- where all my ideas meet at the seams it is getting ready -- to slink away----to split open- too tight- and new energy needs to flow thru= the old skin needs to fall off= and the whole body will become a soft spot again- where growth happens in a slightly diverse way
the way she talks to me-is a soft spot- her voice and that lip stick- those shoes- and h way she says ' i am having a baby' the way she says the things that she does- when i least expect her to-smiling- that spot leads to loving the moment- that sunlight will melt my heart- shed my skins and tell all tales-that gust of wind- that sweet smell coming from the bakery--

[creativesoul]