Lazy Sunday

Sunday
I sleep in
I get a coffee
I feel renewed by the cold outside
I feel warmth from the sun that shines
Making the ground
Icy
Bra-less
Plan-less
Thought
Full

Inside the Albertan borders
Comes plans
Hatching
And still tiny beads of sweat on my forehead
Drip
Procure
The harness of my fear

New landscape
Of which my eyes adjust
Daily

Acclimatize 

Bare-chested
I fight myself to open myself
To strangers
To new experiences
Tiny circles become bigger
My resistance becomes less and less
My grip becomes more relaxed
Until my grip
Is no longer gripping
Until it is hands open
To allow yours in mine
We share
We negociate
Boundaries
We negociate
Needs and wants
For a better tomorrow
For a clearer understanding of each other

Mercy
Mercy
Me

Crave
and
Covet
This day
This hour
This moment
For all that has passed
Is past
And all that is future
Matters not
Be true
For truth is singular
Not plural