The air was in-between,
No hint of warmth from the sun
and no chill on the edge of a breeze.
When the rain came,
I knew it would touch my skin with care,
So my dress collected softly, quickly, at my toe-tops.
We let drops hit every part of us--
No barrier
or embarrassment to block nature's approving eyes.
While my feet caressed barely pooling puddles,
I watched you trot and glide,
A modern-day Adam and Eve
set free in seventy acres of Spring's green privacy.
I've never laughed so joyfully!
You lifted me back into civilization,
wet on wet and smooth on smooth,
And the giggle in my heart did not stop--
Even after lingering laughter
skipped off my lips.
(written April 11, 2011)
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Part 2 :)
I found myself in a room full of strangers
I found parts of me in a game of pool
and parts dancing to a live band
I found myself- friendly and fun and
I found out that kind people won't let you sit alone at the bar
I found out that a guy hitting on me doesn't have to be
a threat or an invitation--but an introduction to new people
or future friends.
I found myself- a guy's girl
in the laughter of the boys from Wisconsin
I found myself- a beautiful and intelligent sought-after-woman
in the accent of Stuart from London
I found myself liking who I am (even if I am a bit of a flirt)
when I found myself
in a room full of strangers.
(written January 17, 2011)
I found parts of me in a game of pool
and parts dancing to a live band
I found myself- friendly and fun and
I found out that kind people won't let you sit alone at the bar
I found out that a guy hitting on me doesn't have to be
a threat or an invitation--but an introduction to new people
or future friends.
I found myself- a guy's girl
in the laughter of the boys from Wisconsin
I found myself- a beautiful and intelligent sought-after-woman
in the accent of Stuart from London
I found myself liking who I am (even if I am a bit of a flirt)
when I found myself
in a room full of strangers.
(written January 17, 2011)
Part 1?
When everything is white around me I don't know what color I am.
When everybody is bleeding red,
what do my insides look like?
I can be anybody, but I want to be me.
If only I could figure out who that is.
When you don't give me a cause, I don't have an effect.
Tell me how to find that brown haired girl
and shake her until she flies out
and shakes me back.
Will I wander into me if I keep living how I am?
Do I need to search me out?
And if so, where do I go to look?
What tools do I bring along?
A flashlight or a jigsaw?
Somebody bait me out so I can remember the color of my own blood.
(written January 13, 2011)
When everybody is bleeding red,
what do my insides look like?
I can be anybody, but I want to be me.
If only I could figure out who that is.
When you don't give me a cause, I don't have an effect.
Tell me how to find that brown haired girl
and shake her until she flies out
and shakes me back.
Will I wander into me if I keep living how I am?
Do I need to search me out?
And if so, where do I go to look?
What tools do I bring along?
A flashlight or a jigsaw?
Somebody bait me out so I can remember the color of my own blood.
(written January 13, 2011)
Remember when?
Remember when you used to love me, wet hair,
no makeup,
right out of the shower?
But that was so long ago,
and I guess its been awhile since
I felt
that you saw me as beautiful,
like you used to when I didn't even try.
There's a frame on the bed-stand
with a once-secret inside
and I can't bear to open it tonight,
Because it feels like so much time
and I don't know how we got to now.
Remember when you used to wake me up?
My body remembers and does it still
so it couldn't have been so long ago.
But tonight you're two miles down the road,
like you've been for six nights past,
might as well be two thousand miles
for how little I can feel you here.
I wish me, naked, hair wet from the shower,
no makeup,
was still more than enough
to keep us happy.
But there are boxes full of me
and closets full of you
and a house full of failure instead.
(written November 17, 2010- edited before typed)
no makeup,
right out of the shower?
But that was so long ago,
and I guess its been awhile since
I felt
that you saw me as beautiful,
like you used to when I didn't even try.
There's a frame on the bed-stand
with a once-secret inside
and I can't bear to open it tonight,
Because it feels like so much time
and I don't know how we got to now.
Remember when you used to wake me up?
My body remembers and does it still
so it couldn't have been so long ago.
But tonight you're two miles down the road,
like you've been for six nights past,
might as well be two thousand miles
for how little I can feel you here.
I wish me, naked, hair wet from the shower,
no makeup,
was still more than enough
to keep us happy.
But there are boxes full of me
and closets full of you
and a house full of failure instead.
(written November 17, 2010- edited before typed)
Tomorrows the 4th of July
I've been daydreaming today
Some visions of the future flashed
with white and couches and wet lips between tongues,
the past played, too,
sweet potato casserole, gold mines, and flowers on the table.
now,
flowers come in envelopes to a girl aching for her best friend
biting her tongue and secret-ink-computer-byte-confessions
bubbling out of a new realization heart and,
oh, that heart it longs and loves to the air
or to miles of open field,
or to paper and 6 line addresses,
just right.
Night dreams would be nice
with legs touching, hair tangled breath
on head on chest on us so alone
together,
and lips only three inches apart not three time zones--
You will come home and I will not
let go, I won't.
Hold me, please!
But when I have to, there will be pride,
You're the family of the 4th of July!
Everybody watches sparks in the sky
"celebrating" the men and women
that sleep outside and eat fake food
to get enough calories to carry their everything
they have on their backs,
just so one Lovely day they can be dropped on a place
they don't want to be,
where they are not wanted,
without their loved ones,
for men sitting in suits in their fancy offices fucking not-their-wives,
Happy Independence Day USA!
Now, give him back
so I can tell him, "Oh, god, I
love you so much,"
and there can be flowers on the table
and words in mouths
and hands in hands.
I'm living in a land of daydreams
and all I want is to make more days!
Instead of that heavy green responsibility on your back,
carry me in your arms.
(written July 3, 2010)
Some visions of the future flashed
with white and couches and wet lips between tongues,
the past played, too,
sweet potato casserole, gold mines, and flowers on the table.
now,
flowers come in envelopes to a girl aching for her best friend
biting her tongue and secret-ink-computer-byte-confessions
bubbling out of a new realization heart and,
oh, that heart it longs and loves to the air
or to miles of open field,
or to paper and 6 line addresses,
just right.
Night dreams would be nice
with legs touching, hair tangled breath
on head on chest on us so alone
together,
and lips only three inches apart not three time zones--
You will come home and I will not
let go, I won't.
Hold me, please!
But when I have to, there will be pride,
You're the family of the 4th of July!
Everybody watches sparks in the sky
"celebrating" the men and women
that sleep outside and eat fake food
to get enough calories to carry their everything
they have on their backs,
just so one Lovely day they can be dropped on a place
they don't want to be,
where they are not wanted,
without their loved ones,
for men sitting in suits in their fancy offices fucking not-their-wives,
Happy Independence Day USA!
Now, give him back
so I can tell him, "Oh, god, I
love you so much,"
and there can be flowers on the table
and words in mouths
and hands in hands.
I'm living in a land of daydreams
and all I want is to make more days!
Instead of that heavy green responsibility on your back,
carry me in your arms.
(written July 3, 2010)
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