PInk bubble

I am sitting on the floor in a corner of my room - only place where internet is working at the moment - and can't find the right words.

So here are some, borrowed from AB (http://myblueskydays.blogspot.com/), because I don't do poems but they often really express feelings better than prose! This one is so romantic:


In your arms I feel happy,

In your arms I feel free,

In your arms I'm all woman,

In your arms I am me,

Soft embrace, your heart is beating,

I feel your breath upon my cheek,

In your arms I am stronger,

But in your arms, I feel weak.

Your body's heat, it draws me closer,

Our body's meld, to yours mine pours,

Though in your arms, I'm separate,

In your arms I'm all yours.
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Enough now. As my yoga teacher says after every class, I wrap the feeling of peace - but I think it could be any feeling - in a pink bubble and place it in my heart, and as I go about my day, I think of that bubble and that feeling whenever I am weak or sad.