Sunday, September 12, 2010

Toasting to Today



In the midst of watching the relationships of loved ones fall apart, I can only relish what I have been gifted for now, for all things come to an end. Even if that means they finish when our time in this physical form ends. These truths wash over me, my tears shed in compassion, in kindness, in my own pensive process of fear and hope and faith, I let salty drops roll, with a heart as raw and vulnerable as it ever was. In every piece of them, I see myself. Each reflection serving as reminder of the journey of this life.

So, as an honoring of that which IS, which shall remain for as long as it need to, I pen appreciation for that which is not perfect, and ought not to be, for best results. A good man. For a good woman.

\\IN PLACE//

He doesn't write poetry
He doesn't read fiction.
But his cookin' is mean and his kisses cause friction
Of just the right kind:
Smoldering
Quiet fire
Lit
by a stimulated mind
He's a bit neurotic, yet fares rather well when I border on psychotic.
Deliberate effort to please and keep peace
These are the pieces of the man
who holds my heart in his teeth
My wild child heart screams for higher heights,
So he offers me the ladder and says,
"Teach me how to climb".

When we verge upon immersion
Distraction rattling in our bones
There is space created
Quietly inward we go;
silencing the lie
of those afraid to be alone.
Time and time again I pick at what is "wrong"
But when I stop to replay moments,

The joy abounds; he feels like home.

Taking risks and nursing wanderlust, we speak parallel dreams
Along this abundant shared path, we dust them off.
My fear of commitment blankets the need to be close,
so close that it's daunting--
since I need always come first.
But you, you're of sweetness
of mirth
of sky and of laughter
kind passion
soul-kindred, unearthed.
We walk miles when we entangle, the whirlpool of our flesh
melting like old lovers, appointed to keep each moment fresh.
I erase your story and hear only for today.
If life is an opera,
A daydream,
I'm glad you've stayed to play.

1 comments:

  1. FUCK SHIT
    LORD HELP ME
    JESUS
    BUDDHA
    ALLAH
    GODDESS!!!!
    WOW

    KEEP WRITING
    LORD HAVE MERCY GIRL
    AMAZING!!!!!!

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