Promises’ poems

November 19, 2009

It was real masquerade, it was a real cover up

make up

pulling up

drop me down

of standing in the bathroom tub full of water incensed

and curled up sleeping he’s saying I love him

on his way out the door clicks

but I heard him pause in the hall

I heard him rattle his keys in his hand like he might come back inside

Like he doesn’t really have to go

and I am the air of the sigh

he makes

I am the jacket over his shoulders

I am the soft jeans he runs his hands over trying to decide

Trying to decide to stay or leave

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Delicate, consumed. Pulsing in my womb, sadness smokes through me, I am paper.

A light, living thing, carrying two sets of wings. One for Heaven, one for the Valley of Danger-Love. Adventure Love.

We were there, in the tunnel of the great expanse. Pulsing in my womanhood, you evaporate. Its as if you never held me, my memory is the comrade, your memory the negotiator.

I feel the beating against my lungs, from the inside the heart announces, Be.

Softly again now, Be.

Asking, Be.

For a few moments, the sadness and contentment are joined. The feeling looks the same, no matter which facet you see.

And for a moment, its no city I see, but a great expanse below my feet, a vibrant pulsing landscape, the soil itself sings, and the torn feet feel the comfort of the moss…….

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Red and Yellow flowers

Feminine hills like Lady Love Lying Down

Soft ground, yellow daisy blankets,

Firm wind, hush hush, it says, I’m talking to you about Heaven, girl

Have you ever been to the splendid sky

racing on hot surface blasts from the desert, rushing above the ground only 6 inches from your face to dive

Into the catacomb coral of the sea, the water so alive, it makes you sick with longing

Pushing in and out of you, sand like diamonds, life invisible and all around you…

Oh, caving in my senses

are in overdrive!, slow down and under this ground is a beating, fighting spitting mountain of Our Mother

She would kill me with a lift of her hand, if the desire was in her, but I’m in her heart,