May 22, 2006 Love Letter

2006-05-25T12:10:00.000-07:00

Dear You,

Loving you literally steals my breath away...sends it flying, humming like bees searching speechlessly for flowering words. The great benevolent blue sky isn't as beautiful as you. I think and reflect on the brief moment called forever and again realize, it lacks years. Yet, here am I living on the one second when you let your guard down, removed your dark glasses, and the sun became the honey in your brown-eyed gaze. I relive that moment a thousand times a thousand times a day. My hands would grow cramped penning ballads to sing your praise. And blasphemous as it may seem, you have no priests, but I worship you. You become second only to my God, as God rightfully ordained. I am your woman, flesh of your flesh, more clarified daily. You breathe and I live. You bleed and I cry. This separation leaves my soul at odds, clamouring to be near your--yet unable to shed this temporal body. So I sit here in the silent night and know the bittersweet taste of well-missed kisses. Missing you ravages my heart and becomes a for real thing. I feel it like an unabating ache beneath my skin where the rib Adam sacrificed for Eve recalls that you and I are of One.

I love you. It becomes clear that my life before you was a farce. Any love before ours was a practice run. I look into a future starred with Sagitarrian dreams and the only wishes I remember to ask are for us to be together. Together. Touching, holding, familiaring, making love, being together.

If there were doubts, they are slain. They lay bleeding and weakened by your truths and my acceptance. I hear the nay sayers say nay, but their whispers cannot trevail. For more fervently, at the windows of my heart beat the birds of your love and affection for me. Have I ever smiled so much? Have I ever lived so fully as the time in your arms? I try to remember, but this is a new world for me. In fact, this place lacks gravity and bends the rules of physics. My feet haven't touched the ground since your lips tasted mine. And I believe I can fly; I can, when you touch me. I grow wings when you make love to me.

I understand love songs better now, ang become misty eyed over Hallmark cards; I think in poetry and speak in prose; love words come unbidden to my lips, and I even call others by your name. You linger so faithfully in my subconscious that my memory palace seems to have been erected in honor of you. Do the walls all bear your likeness? Has my mind left your body sculpted in the entryway? So that every thought begins and ends with you. I love you. I feel this so honestly within me that I am sure I no longer have blood in my veins, only this thick and growing emotion. I can't imagine this life without yours intertwined.

If I am weak, then let me be. If I am a fool to say that I love you, then let me be a thousand times the fool and love you a thousand times more. Even living on the honeyed wine of your words, I realize that the strength of a woman need not be diminished by her love of a man. And wise men love, as well as fools.

So I do love you. I pass the hours away from you sitting beneath the shadow of memories: the gold of your eyes, the warmth of your lips upon my skin, the softness of your hands, the sound of your voice, and I miss you. Pygmalion, and I am Galatea. You scuplt me alive....

a poem in the dark

2006-05-25T08:49:00.000-07:00

it is the music

it is the stars and moon

it is the night outside my window

it is the moist glide of errant thoughts across your name

or maybe it is the promise of rain

i saw white bright clous in the blue sky

and was not deceived...it will rain

maybe it was the storm that came

days ago

tina marie on the stereo

fire and desire and my ego

stripped bare & laid vulnerable

it was a the high note

or could it be because this is a duo

& we are two

made one

is it because you come

when i beckon, but i'm your slave

it could've been the book and we're on the same page

a thousand love words that you say

cadence like mine

it could be the hour & the time

after two in the morning

no it was the song that was playing

and i was saying

to the full or new or half--i didn't see it tonight--moon

that i love you

said your lovespell, your Godgiven, mother blessed name

and the sacrilege of the world misunderstanding is a shame

but what is the world

or heaven

or perdition

against our connection

i breathe while you sleep and share dreams with your oxygen

potent, this toxicant

leaves me your supplicant

begging

and these love songs keep playing

maybe that's just why i love you so much, again i'm saying

again...and again...and again

this is my plan that we stand

no, surrender...yes: surrender

to love

i love you just because

Forward Thinkers II

May 22, 2006 Love Letter

a poem in the dark