Lluvia de Mujeres / un concepto
Come ruin my
solitude.
Come yell my name
from outside so I can see this butterfly.
Come din my silence.
Come bang the drum
of your beauty in my eyes, whip my ears with laughter.
Come stand in your
light and throw my shadow on the pages of the book of my life.
Come pull me out of
my chair to dance to the silence you just splintered.
Come take my peace.
Come take it and
live in it with me all the days we have left.
Come blind me. Show
me your soul's glowing brilliance and your hearts pure burning
desire.
Come drown me,
smother me in your breasts,
come shut my mouth
with your open kisses, stiffen me,
come make me obey, a
line such as I has never graced your way.
Come fill my time
with the infinite that is you.
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I am the farmer, I am he who plants, food, trees, bushes and flowers for bees.
I
have coffee, two cups from my plants, then I get ready and put on my
pants.
Dogs
need feeding, cats do too, and don’t forget the ducks, three.
They
honk and quack as I walk past their pool, open their gate and pour
their food
onto
their plate. It ‘s not yet six AM and the day is in full tilt.
Machete
I gather, scabbard covering sharp blade to the hilt,
I
tie the lanyard around my waist, I head out, boots flapping, to
gravity’s slope, downhill.
I
feel the wind and rain on my face, I think of my dogs licking me
in
greeting , all tongues and jumping.
This
cat’s fur rain, this garuero wind
kiss
me as I head toward the gate, large trees shaking
their
branches swaying above my head, I search for
weakness,
I look for cracks.
No
widowmaker to crush my back.
I
think of all that I have done here on this parcel.
Entrusted
to me, consecrated in the blood
of
one who died too soon.
But
we all die, and none too soon,
not
one at the wrong moment
the
slope and storm will drag us away
and
walking down this hill
in
the gloom light of gray dawn
reminds
me that I am He who plants,
food,
trees, bushes and flowers for bees.
My
job , my vocation, my very life
is
in service to all that passes and
passing
too, that joy,
as
shall be the day
when
she will plant me.
How can I get you to
know that I am for you?
How many unknowns
before you know for sure?
How many doubts will
have to be dispelled?
How many ex-lovers
brought out from their cells?
How deep must we
bury all that history?
Before I can be for
you and you can be for me?
I know I am for you,
every fiber says so.
I know you are for
me, though far away says “no”.
I keep my eyes on
the prize, no matter how far to go.
Everything conspires
against and only trust brings hope.
You are the mystery
who only you know
I am a bubble that
on the wind did blow
You burst me, I
thirst for you and if me you should own
I have no one to
blame, I’ve chosen such in my bones.
I am The Great
Romantic, but I never wander far from home,
You are my heart
center and I want you wherever you roam.
Sometimes we win
again, we can grin again, we can begin again
knowing it’s all
the same but different, ‘cause that’s the game
and no matter what
we do we are stuck, there’s no one to blame.
Feel free to be
yourself, that’s the same gift I want to give
I’ll just go on
being me because it’s the only way I can live
But don’t be
afraid to become me, because I am already part of you
I’ll just stand
here waiting, because there’s nothing else I can do.
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She had traveled far
to visit him, she had left much behind as well.
He had built an open
space for her arrival, he tied his hands behind his back.
She came because she
was sure and he invited her for the same reason.
He met her at the
gate, she smiled and set her bag down.
They hugged. A hug
for the ages. When two hearts meet.
They beat as one.
They met again and
again and again as they stood at the gate.
He lifted her bag
and carried it inside. She held his hand and exhaled.
They had waited, an
appropriate amount of time, not rushing
Their feelings had
rushed, to fill the void of loneliness
to feed the starving
souls of two who had lost all they loved
He wanted to go on
that ride again. She was a natural at rollercoasters
He opened the door
to his house. She entered their home.
He trembled the fear
of the hopelessly enamored. She radiated hope.
They could never
sleep when together for talking. Only kisses brought silence.
Silence brought
words, they could never sleep when together for loving.
He slid his fingers
through her soft curls. She fixed him with her stare.
She breathed
haltingly. His fingertips stroked her neck.
His fingers ran her
clavicle. She licked her lips and kissed his ear.
Her breast heaved as
he urged her softly. He stiffened in his pants.
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Waking up in the
morning, bringing her a cup of coffee in bed
Sit down to her
sweet voice, “Good morning my man”
She’d feed the
dogs and pet the cats, always had time for that
Then came the
chickens and the ducks, outside in her sun hat
‘Hola Heber! Como
le va?” as she strode to the enclosure.
I would give
anything In this world to be able to hold her
Talking ‘bout the
girl that made me happy,
talking bout the
girl that made me happy
We always had what
we needed,
she shopped and made
sure we’d eaten
She cooked as good
as our chef friends,
but hers had love
that no one else could dispense
talking bout the
girl that made me happy
talking bout the
girl that made me happy
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I wonder how it is
that a man like me can be given so much in blessing?
I started in lust
and passion and they gave me a wife, I started with illicit intimacy
and she gave me a
life, I started with broken symmetry and found myself completed
by the face in the
mirror that she always showed as me.
I lost this face, I
lost the taste of love she gave and only bitter tears,
only unknown fears,
only looking back on the years
as legacy.
But how can this be?
How can she be gone, utterly?
Maybe I am wrong?
Maybe she still gives me life and brings me love?
Maybe only her ways
and name and appearance have changed?
Is this possible, I
wonder, looking for faith and love I blundered
back onto the path
the Lord has made, back onto the trail in search of she
who makes my nights
and days.
Behold me in your
beacon bright, know that you are the reason for my smile.
Know that the past,
now she is buried, yields, giving way to
the gifts you bring
me, again.
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Epiphany, when
the obvious becomes
present,
when the given is
received.
Plain as the nose on
your face
some might say
but, you did not
even see it, coming.
All the while, you
lived it.
Everyday.
Then arrives
confusion. It lays
waste to
hope, drys it up
and in your mouth is
a bitter taste
when the given draws
back
and you’re left
alone
your house is no
home
and you learn too
late
after she’s gone
away.
What I give, is
given to myself.
What I keep for
myself I keep from others.
What is given, I
give to me.
What is kept from
others I keep from myself.
Afflicted
I’m so f*ked up
I wear my heart on a
smile
it’s my sleeve and
collar
and nothing less is
more confusing.
Old enough to know,
bitter,
Oh...better not to
know
If this is folly
then I am taking it
all, I am (4x’s)
Afflicted /smitten/
affected/ infected/
by this ease with
which she...
by her smile with
which she...
by her certainty
with which she...
by her words, with
which she...
covers
my naked need.
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