Ethereal Shipmate

Ethereal Shipmate
by Pandora Peoples

The lion has captured the heart
Of this bleeding gazelle,
The child like a full moon,
When my eyes are closed,
Fills my lungs like fragrant island flowers
On a starry night,
Like cupid he weaves love webs
Around his smiling parents.


My husband is like a room of leather-bound books,
A morning in the sand,
Waves lapping at the shore,
The flames in a fireplace,
Inviting me to two-step and tango,
He's the soulmeat on my ship
And the shipmate on my soul,
The drink on my lips.


He is my exfoliating scrub,
My TMJ-jawlock-emergency-rub,
My kindly mythic beast,
My spacemate co-navigating the waters
Of the galactic heart.



Attachment Parenting 101


Screen all media with trepidation and non-attachment, ignore false flags, turn a blind eye to encoded messages as there are enough unintentional ones to keep you busy filtering, accept a multitude of opinions and some degree of scapegoatism from the left, the liberals, the progressives, the libertarians, the creatives. Pretend the anti-intellectuals live in a bubble and can do you no harm. Remember the anti-feminists are making cries for help. Unfortunately, true love does not conquer, it acquiesces, it heals, it caves, it saves, it coalesces, it makes compromises, but it can make miracles happen.

As the wheel turns and another year is on the proverbial horizon, I am tingly and tickled pink, that my little nuclear family and I love to snuggle under the blankets together and read poetry into the night, grateful for my beloved husband born in the astrological month of the lion who has captured the heart of this bleeding gazelle.

People not only give up too easily on relationships in this culture, but often they are afraid to fall as deeply in love as they can be. If people hold back on discovering one another's deepest selves, or speaking up about their needs or what makes them satiated, or when couples fail to discover new aspects of themselves, or if they lose their individuality or are afraid to give their partners space, the bonding doesn't keep up with the soul's need for new levels of awareness. I think that must be 'the secret' of spunky couples who have been married 50 plus years.