You asked for someone
To make base camp with
So we could climb mountains
And I had never
Climbed to the third floor
Of the building where I lived
Let alone Kilimanjaro with a man
You offered courage, strength
Songs as slow as molasses sap
Running from a tree in a cup
Joy, rich as dark chocolate melting
Melting in a pan
Heating with cinnamon and milk
I heard saxophone music playing
Wafting down
Somewhere from the third floor
And I was certain I might need
To learn to climb stairs
After all
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Fantastic work, Sara. The great analogy and contrast of climbing stairs and climbing mountains is amazing. A beautiful work.
Oh my goodness what you do with the inspiration gifted you by others. You captured the essence of B and placed him upstairs. Beautiful sweet Sara – your words and the capture.
mmmmmmmm moment divine
men like this do walk the earth
happy for your bliss…
That is gorgeous. You set me off on a flight of fancy.
Thank You! Namaste.
I think you awoke all my senses with this one, Sara! Saxophone music would be enough to get my behind moving up some stairs!
And now, for some rich chocolate milk…
what a lovely way to close my day thinking of something slow and sweet and a climb brings something new – always such a treat stopping here
My God, Sara, that is amazing.
this is beautiful