a little something about stash and me 

roll away the dew 
plays in background 
jerry’s incredible guitar licks 
penetrate my body 
and the candle light fills my room 
i am alone with my feelings 
and my thoughts and my self 

my paula, my stash, 
my friend, lover, 
co-tv-host, co-parent 
we were artists in love 
living together for a few wonderful years 
creating our way through our lives 
teaching each other new tricks 
and giving each other freedom to be 
individuals and co-consorts 

i sit and stare at the picture

she was young and adorable 
in those sunglasses and standing that 
cocky way butches stand 
and look at a girl 
that makes us melt 

the first summer was pure bliss 
we fucked at least twice a day 
her energy was incredible 
and i often thanked myself for 
finding a lover ten years younger 
than this middle-aged, 
green, pagan, queer hippie-chick 

i wrote a song about my stash babe 
and sang it at a queer coffee-house 
she sat in the front row 
grinning from ear to ear 
she adored me and wasn’t shy 
about showing it 

i’d swoon at her touch 
sometimes even at her look 
i miss that experience 
i miss her holding me tight 
and softly kissing my neck 
i miss singing indigo girls songs together 
harmonizing beautifully 
high as a kite 
and grounded as a tree.