The Ti plants shiver like they’ve had too much coffee this morning. 

Even before I rose from bed, most of night’s darkness remaining, the big chime hanging off the corner of the back deck forewarned that my morning meditation would be caressed by an unseen hand, much the same as my hand had caressed my wife’s body minutes before. 

Now, poetic thoughts, flick at my eyelids and cheeks the way my lips and tongue evoked pleasant purrings from my lover as she emerged to remember her call to early prayer. Sighing, awareness rises with the sun’s touch on my face.

ridiculous

this idea that persists,

shame is unmanly