In my life
I’ve read bedtime stories
Nursery rhymes
Cosmopolitan magazines
Romance novels
Newspapers
Tattered love letters
I’ve read between the lines
The stories no one
Dares to read out loud
I’ve read body language
Loud and clear
An open invitation
Unyielding wall
The eyes have been
By far the easiest
For me to see
Desire and disdain
Respect and tolerance
Affection and aggravation
Hope and fear
But the thing I read
More than anything
Is the lips of whoever
Is speaking to me
👣♥️🤟Jeanna’ Mead.
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I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.
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