You asked for someone 
To make base camp with
So we could climb mountains
And I had never
Climbed to the third floor
Of the building where I lived
Let alone Kilimanjaro with a man
You offered courage, strength
Songs as slow as molasses sap
Running from a tree in a cup
Joy, rich as dark chocolate melting
Melting in a pan
Heating with cinnamon and milk
I heard saxophone music playing
Wafting down
Somewhere from the third floor
And I was certain I might need
To learn to climb stairs
After all
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Oct 10, 2009 @ 23:42:13
Fantastic work, Sara. The great analogy and contrast of climbing stairs and climbing mountains is amazing. A beautiful work.
Oct 11, 2009 @ 07:04:14
Oh my goodness what you do with the inspiration gifted you by others. You captured the essence of B and placed him upstairs. Beautiful sweet Sara – your words and the capture.
Oct 11, 2009 @ 08:18:41
mmmmmmmm moment divine
men like this do walk the earth
happy for your bliss…
That is gorgeous. You set me off on a flight of fancy.
Thank You! Namaste.
Oct 11, 2009 @ 11:44:18
I think you awoke all my senses with this one, Sara! Saxophone music would be enough to get my behind moving up some stairs!
And now, for some rich chocolate milk…
Oct 11, 2009 @ 13:21:56
Great use of Metaphor! Loved it.
Oct 11, 2009 @ 15:38:23
Great comparison there dear! Stairs, mountains, fears – we always need to learn to overcome something, and you described it well.
But, I am quite content with my fear of spiders, just so you know.
Oct 11, 2009 @ 15:39:53
♪♪ Happy Birthday to you!! ♪♪ I hope your day is wonderful.
Oct 11, 2009 @ 19:53:39
what a lovely way to close my day thinking of something slow and sweet and a climb brings something new – always such a treat stopping here
Oct 12, 2009 @ 21:38:17
My God, Sara, that is amazing.
Oct 13, 2009 @ 04:03:31
this is beautiful