About shellyfaber

I have always considered my ʻhands-onʼ work, as a Massage Therapist/Body Worker, an art form. My stories, poetry, and thoughts, grow from experiences I learn from, and am privileged to be a part of, in my personal, and, professional life.

Hot

Hot headed
hot tamale
hot under the collar.
Hot and cold
…you are to me.

Hot as Hades
hot ticket
hot property… (you are).
I’d like to own you

Whew, it’s getting hot in here
is it my hormones… or the beer?

No, I think it’s all this heat,
when you are here, fans can’t compete
with all the cheering and the screams,
that stir the coals, that burn so deep,
reminding that I’m hot for you.

Life Creeps (Birthday)

Life creeps.
Gently nudging at our passions,
challenging our fears, desires, hidden dreams.

Through years, time gathers truths, lies, promises, successes and defeats to serve us at the end.

Bringing sun, moon, stars, to pass the time…
while we pass the years wondering
…are we doing it right?

Like seasons, we are new each year.
Sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker,
creating a new path in the freshly born year that lays ahead.
Given the gift of starting fresh,
what will we learn?
what will we teach?

The grass grows more quickly behind us
now,
the weeds more quickly in front.
Throwing seeds ahead, we push to plant
before the weeds can grow.
Shining, sparkling colors bloom before
my eyes.

Like children taking their first step,
I strive for steady footing.
Absorbing the shock, backed by
the power of love, I won’t fall off.

‘Spring Formation 1’ by  Inez