At the beginning of the year, my Piano Man and I went to the Mexican Caribbean Coast for our honeymoon—yes, we enjoyed our honeymoon before getting married (more on that bit later. I promise). Anyhoo, a tiny Níspero seed followed us home *cough, cough, cough*. I planted the seed, and it sprouted on the first day of spring.
The other day, while watering the wee plant, I looked from my Piano Man to the plant and smiled. “Isn’t it wonderful that we have a living honeymoon tree?” I said.
“It’s a perfect baby,” he said, giving me a tight hug. Then he walked to the plant, and in his most tender baby talk, added, “You are our love! Unless you die, then you are not.”
I laughed, okay, I actually cackled with heart, gut and soul. I also kissed him, saying, “See, that’s why I adore you so much. You are my mad and delicious kind of perfect love.” After the kissing and the… yeah, some of that… I grabbed my ever-present notepad and wrote the title of this post, thanking my Piano Man for the spark for a fitting Beltane entry.
On this May Day, I wish the Divine (and your own efforts) keep you close (or get you closer) to the one (or ones) who can give you the kind of loving you want and need in your life; the kind of feeling that makes the soul cackle with bliss and inspires the heart to appreciate all living things. On this day and always, may we be in love and lust. *If that is what we want, of course*
Happiest and most blessed Beltane to you, Wicked Luvs of my witchy heart!
To the Piano Man with the sexiest of all legs, “I love you, love you, love you;
and I’m crazy about the way you love me back… and often.”