There are little reminders everywhere
Of my longing for you
Half written letters
and emails
poems confessing
that I could never leave you.
I want with every part of me
for you to be the one
I wake up with
and return to
Explore the unknown spaces
in nature
and life
….
My life is better for you
and in this I must find
enough
Amongst the photographs
and stories
And in this longing
that began
before I new your name
and may last until
my grave
…..
Enough in this longing
that I am alive
in body and form
and I ache with such
beauty
being touched by life
and being so graced
to be touched by you.
August 25, 2017
August 25, 2017
I want
with such force
to hold again
the mystery
that is you
In detail
and
In skin
To penetrate the rules
and this longing
once again
So I can remember
it all
before
I’m forced to forget.
August 25, 2017
Text from this morning to you..
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There is something so liberating
To the body… in admitting
such penetrating longing…
that isn’t about
sex
But about being held
in love
by someone that loves you and
recognizes you.
It’s as if admitting it can
call it forth
in perfect form.
The body’s journey seems to be
independent of the mind and
more a mystery than any intellectual
puzzle.
I am learning to have a much different
experience of life in being
more aware of the body’s journey
and more supportive.
I feel lately that it is my job
to honor
and support
my body’s journey and process
with love
and not judgement
and it calls for a
new understanding of
Other’s
ways thru life.
August 1, 2017
I want to tell you about the storm
That took him away
But the storm is over and
I’m left reeling while he sits
on the other side of town.
There is magic in both
your absence and
your presence but not in
my force upon our friendship.
There was a magic
we held together
before your hand so firmly fit around mine.
I knew my name then
and I heard your heart.
I run now to the rivers to cleanse myself of you
or so I think
I go to the Santa Fe river with offerings for Oshun and your name
wrapped around a rock I lodge directly in the stream
I go to the Pecos River to pray, tossing offerings and listening
I go to the arroyo, so dry, and sit beneath the bridge. Calling the names of deities
I take a piece of paper that belonged to you crumple it in the dry river bed.
How foolish I am… when what I am trying to cleanse me of is me…..
My feelings, my depth, my beauty…
I reach into myself
My brothers and sisters surround me
And I bind myself to Me and my God
I’ve nothing to rid myself of anymore.
Only the River like the Wind to rush in.
July 26, 2017
We made love in the wildest of places
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You drove from Texas to rediscover me
and return home to your clan
I drove to Texas to explore my love for you and to meet your family.
You drove from Texas to move me into our new home.
I followed your truck filled with furniture and my love for you.
I need to remember the chain of events so a beautiful relationship can end in reverence.
So it can be enough to have loved for those days and not the ones that follow.
We made love in the wildest of places
Played music and sang. I began to learn the mandolin….
I felt beautiful and intelligent and you constantly surprised me
Life far exceeded my expectations.
We tried to make a baby and it was too soon.
Then the storm came… and until a week ago I had no knowing of who I am
I struggle with my want for you the more that I can not have
We make phone dates and wrestle with the feelings that follow
I need to remember the chain of events so a beautiful relationship can end in reverence.
So it can be enough to have loved for those days and not the ones that follow.
We made love in the wildest of places
And you held my hand.
I told you everything…..
December 1, 2016
If I had found today that
I was pregnant
I wondered who it was I would tell
First
Would I wait for tomorrow
Could I? To tell you…
Amongst pages of Adrien Rich simply
pass the time until
then
I found out today … I have
spaces
waiting for you to fill
Pages of desert landscape
Amongst cornbread baking and the smells of coffee
I dream of a single Eagle feather in my hand and
Ask you for directions to an ancient sea
Simply invite tomorrow
So you
can tell me what it is
Today
That you found
November 25, 2016
To something.
Something we push through
In…space
Chest whirring
Eyes red. So heavy
pushing sleep
never wanting to go back.
I didn’t find you so I could fall apart again and
dismantle for nothing
November 23, 2016
i believe
You pursue
the inner workings of the mystery.
I am mystery unaware
of my inner workings
September 21, 2016
Longing like kite strings(unfinished)
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You will never know
how many times I’ve traveled
down
the same path we walked that first day
late December
Each time
never making it farther than the bridge.
The first time I retraced our steps almost exactly
stopping at the same points of interest
remembering the quality of our conversation and
the longing that followed
Crossing the train tracks
from one path to the other
I went under the bridge and
Wiped tears in the dirt where water once lived.
Pungent chamisa. Wild flowers purple and orange.
Weeds overgrown and Autumn heat.
You’ll never know Alexander
I thought I’d never get over you then
longing like kite strings
vanished
March 10, 2016
Names that tangle under moonlight
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How?
With the rise and fall of expectation and desire..
the flush of face and flutter in rib cage at the thought
of what I want to do to you.
Longing so great.
Loneliness you sense
through text message and email.
Disappointed by how much I want you
to fill my wanting
Embarrassment and need….
Just touch me
or lead me in skin
to some corner somewhere where streets meet and they have names
that tangle under moonlight
reflect the light of day in sun.
Balance the need to hide what bleeds out of every pore
ever since you touched me.