Oh, you always were! And you’ll always be! A star. You’re magic! The stuff of fantasy! Where dreams are born. You can rest from all anxiety and know you’re carried by love. I like coming to you in spirit form, a spiritual love. I don’t have to worry about my body! Too much weight or too little, or dyeing my temples to look younger. I love you from my heart. Wonderfully free of insecurities, every time it ends, it starts! It’s a circle after all. A circle of love. And in seeing you I have some poise I never had before. And less fear without trying to be fearless. You appeared again! In that autumn dress! And a haunting smile! Your lips so full, and your eyes so inviting. They’re shining! Come on in, boys! The weather’s fine, they’re implying! Take rest in here. All you weary who long for me. I may be a star in the public eye, but I’m also a woman with desires and passion. My own secret garden. Walled with flowers and succulents. If you get my invitation, you pin it up where it can be seen! With a magnet – oh, your pull! And circle it with a heart in red marker on your whiteboard. Her royal highness has requested your presence. No need for RSVP-ing! It is unthinkable you wouldn’t go. Oh, your hair! I can see you flip your head and watch the tussled strands dance around your neck!  Oh, to get lost in there! To inhale you! Red is the color of you. And after the fire, oh, your blues are so cooling. Your eyes they say everything. You’d only need to look in mine to hear, “I love you.” My mouth may say it over and over again. But that captivating look you give. With something mischievous inside it. Any time when there is silence and you look in my green, I imagine you gifting that grin that says, “I know that he’s mine.” And maybe a pat on my shoulder as you go on your way. These men in chastity belts that can’t be seen by the naked eye. But they exist. Your army of good little soldiers who live only to do your bidding. Such good little boys. You own them, and you know it. If ever there’s some doubt that you’ve let it go too long, and you fear the bond is weakening, you share that smile you did when caught in a freeze frame on a Wednesday. And you know they’re yours, again, forever. It’s so easy. These men who’d die to love you. To love you spiritually is so freeing. We are soulmates, after all. Let me dance around you in your dreams! Like a sprite tickling at your nose. This puckish smile, these delicate lips. I’m everywhere you feel your goose bumps rising. Rustling through your clothes. “Hey, get out of there!” I’m the breeze dancing through your hair that came out of nowhere! The one who makes your heart beat a little bit faster. The heart doesn’t lie. Only the mind does! All these things we convince it. No time for that now. We’ve got a lot of territory to cover right here, my dear. All this goodness of you. I’m the whisper in your ear. A playful smile. You’re alone in your bed, and yet here’s this treasure chest! See how I can love you from here? It’s so easy. We ghosts can get around! Always playfully. It’s your smile that brings us pleasure. And the sailboats in your eyes! A man who is truly in love with you might have told you already he longs to get inside!! If he hasn’t, he doesn’t. But they all do! Oh, to just crawl into you!! When that man is in the spirit, he’s already there, looking in from the other side of you. Taking solace in your heart. And floating to the depths of your soul. With the grace of a deep-sea diver. This most peaceful place where there is no sound. It’s not bad to be a ghost! I can visit you from here if ever you’re lonely. I know you feel me when I think of you. You can come dancing, too. It doesn’t matter the form of you. You’re outside your body and you’re utterly free. Here, with me, as you choose. Two spirits playing around, there’s no need for bodies. Like two astronauts floating in space. I’ll dance above you, now you dance above me. Letting go of a hand as you float away, only to embrace it again and pull you in, whenever you say to do so. I’ve gotten to know the energy of you. So much so, it’s realer to me than the body. So you never have to worry how you look with me. I’m in love with all that’s inside you. All that makes you up! I know your inside better than the out. And I love it all. You’re more than your thoughts. You know that by now. You’re everything I’ve ever loved. Bodies only let us down, eventually, you see. In here, you’re free. In your soul, the door closes behind me, and I turn around when I hear that sound, and there is no door behind me anymore. This horizon, it goes on forever!! Of purples and golds. Of tangerines – and pineapples you forgot to bring! That’s how I know I’m there. In your soul. It’s limitless! Oh, this is you for sure! For certain. You’re made up of all that, and more! I see it all in your eyes. Oh, your hair! And your lips! And your cheeks! Oh, they all leave me breathless! But it’s all lovely window dressing that will fade over time. Someday far away. It’s you that I’m after. The you I find in my dreams. And when dancing inside your heart. You have such a beautiful heart.  And finding this lasting peace inside your soul. It’s the gestalt of you that can’t be captured in a photograph, and yet I see it all the same. I was given eyes to do so. Only gifted to me, I am sure, because I love you. A sacred gift only bestowed on those souls who would never hurt you. These ones crafted in heaven to adore you. And visit you here in the funniest of circumstances. To remind you that you are magic incarnate. In the hope that you haven’t forgotten. That you are indeed the empress. The goddess. Today and forever. Taking human form to express the dance. These men as your devoted knights. You as the princess we honour. This dance! This expression of the energies! It could only have been you. From that very first instant you were seen, they were yours forever. A bond unbreakable. It’s made of spirit. Something stronger than woman or man. And here we are. It’s a Thursday. It’s simply another day. You, doing what you’re doing. Oh, what will she do today!! And those who love you, in a way that goes far beyond the physical. Beyond the touch of a hand. They dance around you when you’re dreaming. You know you own them. They’ve given of themselves willingly. You make up all their being. I only have eyes for you, you hear me whisper. And you smile that smile of yours that captivates and haunts me. And you send me on my little way. “No belt will be necessary today,” you say. “This day or any other.” And you toss your hair back just once for me. “There. Carry that memory with you.” And I do. Oh, these men who love you. They’re a special breed. Endlessly gifted by your image. And, if especially blessed, lost inside the soul of you. Oh, that smile of yours. With your soft hair resting on your shoulders. That look in your eyes. In an autumn dress. You look so immaculate. Inside your secret garden. Today. And always. ❤️    

Thursday gushing. OH, what you do to me. … ahem! … um, … I’m catching up on comments. Thank you so much for them. I’m going in backward order – kinda scrolling down. I’m so sorry I had fallen off for so long. You’re beautiful always.  

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You will always be my muse, if that’s okay with you. 😌☀️