Lluvia de Mujeres / 2

Wow. Snow. Yikes. Cold. YIKES.

Come here, I'll warm your toes on my tongue.

You have a doubt, let me

bury my nose in your skin

and

smell you to the bone.

I will sniff it out

and place it in the bin.

I love your wrinkles because I can’t see them.

Your eyes twinkle and shine too bright.

This incredible gift, your love light.

For me to use when I find myself

alone in darkest night.

I remain in love with you, she wrote.

I guess I will just have to see how long

I can remain tied up like this.

Morning sounds like mourning

Delight sounds like Thee Light

In the morning you’re delight,

in mourning You’re Thee Light.

Today you are madness, trembling and shakes inside and out. You have blasted my exterior clean of all the moss and pain that had become my second skin. I am raw, pink new skinned and in the wind of desire I am blown away again, wanting only your presence, your hand in mine, your touch...

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As a farmer, I can say...it's all shit and death and rot!

But my love is that and MORE!

She fertilizes the ground of my being

she enriches me and makes my mushroom grow

she infects me with my mortality

my time here is my time her.

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Waiting

is not

what it

appears to be.

Waiting is not the

empty space,

the presence of absence,

the longing and yearning

of her place filled by

the being of her body

the void

devoid of any sense

whatsoever.

Waiting

for her is filled with the memories

of time spent together

the smell of her rose skin and sweetness of her voice

the mystery of her whispers in the dark

the embraces and kisses and caresses

shared

My arms

locked tight

around her torso

the way she likes me

our tongues pressing

to discuss the depth

of our love and passion

her heat sweating me to a puddle

Before she comes to my side, while she is underway

she is a fullness almost unbearable

an extension of myself to the furthest reaches

of the universe

pales

by her expansion of my very self to

the limits of loving.

Waiting

for her

is not a hollow

it is not a space of doubt and need

I wait for her in gratitude and will wait

until she seeks my hands again

ending our waiting.

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She spends her day playing at the silver fern,

masked in modern hijab, her veiled face hiding from the frigid northern winter.

She walks, she sees , she notes the passing fray and lovingly stays to record the spectacle.

This woman, this pioneer, this angel afoot, this unshed tear. I wait for her arrival.

I wait for the sun to shine on metal, I wait for her wandering sojourn, I wait for her on the 28^th

In November, on February’s last date, mirrored valentine hearts in winter,

rosy cheek and lip in somber day

bring Spring, crocus, bring blue bells and shorten this night

for she keeps me waiting as seed in soil awaits warming rays.

I am swollen,

I am full,

I am breaking good,

I am promise,

I am promised

“A life of virtue will never eat you up or leave you angry or hungry”,

she takes my words by the hand and leads them down the aisle.

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Unrequited/ 2017

Quick and sloppy, where no reply was needed...the difficulties of what
you face make me feel so small and irrelevant. I knew your life would
not let you go easily, it could not.

I am willing to let “us” wither on the vine . Not all flowers bear fruit, and I
know that what gift you were, you may not be perennial and if you
should come around again, it would be a discovery of a new bloom of a
familiar rose.

I make no claims on you. How can I? And to think you
would worry about being my shadow? I'll have none of a woman who would
walk in my shadow...I have learned the proper place for the man is
behind and to the left. On the curb, where he can be kicked if need
arises.

What the lady wishes is hard to discern, for her as well, that
is why a woman's prerogative is to change her mind.

I have never been good at such luxuries.But I do what the lady wishes,
always. I am a practical man, and despite your experience of me, I am
not prone to offer myself to any woman.

What I feel is quick to be
recognized,  but that does not mean I am unfamiliar with this feeling.
If you feel otherwise, or if it is a conflict or so much to be
balanced and maintained and reconsidered and maybe'd or maybe'd
not...I won't burden you with any of it. I remain me. I wait. You
become who you must already be.

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She asked me today

as always

unexpected

now I am up, set

for the life

of a cell.

Stems

A new life

precious as a baby

a promise to endure

devotion without alteration

for better or for worse

love’s the name for this

marriage, the bed for this

when two hearts meet

and true minds greet.

Where two hearts

beat as one

there is only One

She asked me today

as always

I expected

not this smile.

I am set for life

with her.

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Into the deep blue of a night sky

pour my lone soul

and let the four winds blow these feelings to

her.

Ask the magic of the moons caress

and the sparkle of stars

to change the forlorn to a smile,

plant on her lips this kiss I can't give

and fill her heart with all I long to say.

Send raven clouds

direct and swift as sparrows,

to wing my missing joy

by her bedside a day away.

Awaken her with the smile I save

for her

beautiful face.

Great wheels race,

take this

melancholy,

enraptured of darkness,

and speed the distant moment of return

nearer to this place

where separated

lovers meet.

Mantle dark,

which blankets many a sad lament,

take this weight of waiting,

lift it to the void,

for my strength can only bring it to me

on this wrinkled bed which

sags in the spot

where she would lay.

Throw off this cover,

and rend these stifling sheets,

urge the breeze she keeps

to wrap me

instead

and air this space

of silent refrain for the voice that 

makes my days.

Deepest blue of this dark nights sky

send light,

a dawn,

to shine on me

while she sleeps

a land and far sea away,

and send to her the nights that burn

this hole inside of me.

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I went out to harvest the next bunch of black eyed peas...wandered with my dogs, watched the sky darken and pink sunset clouds in contrast to the higher white cirrus clouds...

thought of my lost life, love and wife.

Thanked the Universe for all of it.

The sky has darkened to that incredible purplishblue

\that precedes the fall of night.

Day never ends on Earth neither does Night.

Our world is always awake and asleep at the same time.

Wonder why humans are asleep awake so much?

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