Looking for someone with or without kids to watch my two boys (ages 5 and 9) in our home (downtown) or yours.

*Must be state licensed to get paid- price negotiable
*Must be available from 6:30 pm Monday thru Thursday and possible Sunday afternoons-noon to 7pm
*must have references!

Willing to do trades if you are not licensed (I will watch your kids, or do bodywork...I am a student practitioner trained in massage and other various modalities of bodywork).
References still a must!!!

I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR!

My Hair
Matted and twisted in locks of gold,
To Warm and Adorn the Superior Realm of My Soul.

My Eyes
Blue, Deep and Bright,
Windows to My Souls,
From Within My Spirit Watches The World.

My Ears
Auditory Satellites, Beaming In They Listen,
To the Subtle and Obvious,
Sounds of life.

My Nose
Orrifice of Smell,
Creating Memories and Inviting the Constant Flow
Of the Breath of Life.

My Lips
Moist and Inviting,
They Greet the Outside World,


My Tounge
Muscle of Strength and Sensuousness,
Providing a Pathway to the Warmth of My Belly.
Curious and Kind.

Teeth
Protectors and Harvesters of the Bounty That is Given to All That Awaits Below.

My Shoulders
Yoke Of My Body,
Upon This Threshold Lies All Responsiblilities
Of A Mother.

My Arms
Strong But Gently
Encircling Those I Love

My Hands
Creative, Loving, Sensuous, Serving
Perceptive Receivers of Energy
Nurturing Builders of Life

My Breasts
Reservoirs of Sweet Goodness!
Warm and Comforting,
A Firm and Sensuous Mound For Pleasure.

My Heart
Deep Dark and Endlessly Pumping
the Gallons of Love I Possess


My Belly
Sea of Emotion
Ruler of All!
Procession of the Goodness I Receive

My Womb
Soft and Pliable
Channel of Life
House of Creation
Warm and Safe

My Legs
Warriors In Stance
Awaiting and Poised For Action
With

My Feet
Ready To Respond
In Action They Excel
Stallions of Speed
Adventurers of Earth

Memories of long past blissful days
where my heart fluttered
with exitement and content
grow dimmer each year.

In its place have come to reside
the thickening scars of either
that gut punching slugger
of loneliness
that eats away at your spirit
like a black hole
steadily expanding
by the minute
until the final hour
of "V"day strikes
and everyone halts
in their sweet and sappy masqerade
around their lovers!

But even worse is not the loneliness
that haunts me,
but the peircing reminder of a love
that cannot exist.

Creating a gapping wound
fully exposed
and freshly sensitive
in the light of day
while others relish
in their syrupy encounters.

Around every corner I turn,
I am met by the face
of a cynical cupid
provoking me to reveal
my grimace of pain,
aiming his glistening arrow...

(whch is ironically crowned
by the ruthless shape of a "V")

cocked and prepared to plunge
into my quivering heart,
so tenderly forsaken.

But bursting!
with love for someone
who cares nothing of my affections,
but instead
choses to careslessly abandon me
for another
on this pinnacle day of love.

How my ears ache
to hear the simple words
I have silently whispered to them
each moment we've spent together.

What ecstasy to discover
that they have cleared the selfish haze
from their eyes
to realize
my sentiment
for them
and to announce in apologetic adoration
that they are returning
back home to me
once again
for the remainder of our love affair!

But no!!
These are the foolish fantasies
of the pathetic hopeful romantic,
such as I !

So I will reside in the continuous
hardening of my heart!
when it comes
to matters of love.

I will stitch up the wound
which has been torn open
far too many times to count,
and drink another
deliciously intoxicating
shot of courage
to numb the pain.

..Until another day comes along...
and that ever so pliable heart of mine
is willing to once again expand....
even futher....
and throw forth the stones
of unforgiveness
that weigh it down....

And allow the light to leak through
that mended seam,

(which is the work of a determined taylor of love!)

freely pouring forth
the nourishing warmth
onto that sleepy and chilled
heart
that once thrived
within.

And perhaps
this time....
the heat generated from that blazing glow of love
will not be so hot!

......that it burns!!....

How delicately
lifes spirit drifts,
from the cold shell of
protection..
Flesh and bones
left behind in a lonely wooden box,
How delicately
with what departure,
there can be no hurt.
**Melynda Dunn

When I am old,
I shall wear no clothes,
I will roam about the serene wilderness alone.
Yet Not!
I shall disguise myself as a accomplished woman,
When I go to town.
And I'll spend all my pension on the poor,
And the endangered species,
And say "there's no money for bread!"
I shall perch upon the rooftops
When I am bored...
And mischeiviously gobble up all the berries and cheese!
In the town market.
Or niggerknock on the neighbors doors,
And let all the air out of the rich mans tires....

To make up for my wasted youth..

I will protest in front of the butchers shop,
And bomb the taxidermists...
And learn to cuss!
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me,
Are not suprised or shocked....
When suddenly,
I am old and naked and pretend to be in-sane!