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The Intimacy of Waiting

 

Intimate skin

I’ve touched it yes

felt the fold and firm 

not thought of loss no not yet

it’s too early for that burn

 

Even though I know that suddenly

is what is counted rare

it has spent time in my tear ducts

and it has brought despair

 

I am looking for my courage

so my face holds him with peace

but I’ve lost my hold on positive

and I want to scream release

 

Listen how the music of the birds

is just the same

and the countless aching shadows

still fall quietly in blame

for the sun so slowly moving

across the sky I feel its pull

and the restless cricket sounding

in my heart I feel this purr

that would cancel this already known

or let me see the light

so that I don’t need wait longer

for the words night after night

 

But time has no forgiveness 

nor does empathy allow

any other option covered

in a live forever gown

so I catch the special moment

and I covet the heartbeat

and do the only thing I know

 

I wait here patiently

Water Down

 

Tear up the sky baby

pour the water down 

the sound is falling

hear its feet trace my map

 

into the slide of mud

wrapped in hard down rock

oh rock me with the music

of your liquid breath

 

dimple darling the street

with rivers filling up into the dark

delivery comes from your potent mouth 

as it crumbles the blush of dusk

with stakes that jam the horizon

down into the cinnabar crack of tomorrow

 

Don’t whisper it’s too late 

and I have yearned for sound of tin drums

to make music like your hands in my mind

feed me baby with you patter I’m starved

and rocking in a boat made of splinters

‘til I drown