A Grateful Man = A Happy Woman (How to inspire his gratitude!)
I hope you’re having a thoroughly fattening and delicious Thanksgiving! And in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I couldn’t resist sending you a love note. It’s such an honor to witness and support you in attaining your romantic vision, and making it a reality. And here’s something to go with your pecan pie…
“Wow, that was amazing!
Thanks so much for being in the world and sharing this with us. I’ve had lots of therapy of different kinds, but nothing really boiled it down like this and put it so clearly! I’m looking forward to more…”
NIGHT ON THE ISLAND
All night I have slept with you next to the sea, on the island.
Wild and sweet you were between pleasure and sleep,
between fire and water.
Perhaps very late our dreams joined at the top or at the bottom,
up above like branches moved by a common wind,
down below like red roots that touch.
Perhaps your dream drifted from mine and through the dark sea
was seeking me as before, when you did not yet exist,
when without sighting you I sailed by your side,
and your eyes sought what now- bread, wine,and love,
I heap upon you because you are the cup
that was waiting for the gifts of my life.
I have slept with you all night long
while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead,
and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow
my arm encircled your waist.
Neither night nor sleep could separate us.
I have slept with you and on waking,
your mouth, come from your dream,
gave me the taste of earth, of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me from the sea that surrounds us.
~ Pablo Neruda
Now, that’s what I call a perfect thank you note!
And for all of you gals who are secretly wondering if you’re not quite ‘enough’ to be truly loved (ie. too old, too thin, too fat, too successful, too damaged, too inexperienced, etc.) please read this, Miss…
I have named you queen. There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown,
no one looks at the carpet of red gold that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body,
bells shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.
~ Pablo Neruda
Sigh! And if you don’t think that men long for love, too…
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters
until they found me.
~ Pablo Neruda
You DESERVE that kind of gratitude, devotion, and bodice ripping desire. Next week I’ll be sharing some amazingly effective and fun ways to make Man Magic happen. But for today, kick back, relax, and have another piece of pie!
Happy Thanksgiving, Baby!