“The art of living (and loving) is more like wrestling than dancing, insofar as it stands ready against the accidental and unforeseen, and is not apt to fall.” - Marcus Aurelius Antoninus

When I think of love I think of a force that is all consuming. Beyond all our natural and unnatural senses, LOVE at its best (and worst) strips us, whips us, rocks, knocks and locks us in a powerful space that defines and redefines. Making love for me is the physical tangle of this redefinition. Tender kisses. Painful bites. Soft nibbles. Scratches. I’m sometimes caught off guard by how much love-making, sex, resembles wrestling. I got this scratch after one such encounter. I didn’t even realize I had been marked until the scab had formed. I accept and honor my emotional and my physical wounds of passion. These intimate battle scars remind me that love isn’t always easy or predictable or even pretty. ~Nicole Moore