Nov 2015

Am I Still This Once

Am I Still This Once

Am I Still This Once

Because I touched a memory
Of arms promised me
Through nights of if-ever-were-ice
Control, each ours, and shared
Next to our beating flames
Like watchful fire we sit with
Warm underneath our reality
Instead of fears of dreams unreached
Could you remember the could-be's
More to fill our halls with this
Growing and growth with beautiful dirt
Smelling of the grown, like
Play in the mud of springs
Filling my thoughts of contemplation
You touch my arms and stay close
Your mind could be here with me
Travel that body here even closer
As small town world sings home
For nowhere else to wander
A mountain once and suberbia
Were visited by stagnation
Found movement out in the nowhere
For you to fill my dressing
A tree would be nice or a row
If only the prairie would part
Into the valley of river's words
Am I nomad enough
Do my roots grab on here

Again a possible settlement
As you've reminded me to think
Of maybe you would be near me
There, under Colorado skies
Because mountains were forgot
Out here at all the junctions
Of the veins that go wherever
Could it warm again this cold
That never leaves my toes
Would you hold them in your hands
With dirt dried from months of walking
Too many paths of if's, and agains
Blow warm breath upon me, them
From the heart you said would care
What worries still imprison you
As no one is there enough as
My mind meets yours from soul
What bars are not attached
As you see no escape to love
Can you see, you could breathe
And they would open windows
Can you remember when your spirit
Spooned me on clear nights of hope
He would enter my world
Until you lost the keys
So many ways, and you killed them
So many births could be instead
Will he sew your heart to me
So you can feel me again

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Your Tail Has Birthed Our Vision

Your Tail Has Birthed Our Vision

Your Tail Has Birthed Our Vision

If my hair held the sea
Your dreams would swim
Upon it, in it deep
As fish from up stream
As fish from down stream
Becoming seahorses
As near me holds them
Into spiral instead of
Turning against themselves
Deep into yourself to birth
What has risen in me again
For my womb is tired of
Death between us
And you promised to grow
Us inside you now
Giving me this freedom
To know you wish this
Compassion of deeper
Empathy of woman, of me
As you could be as man
With freedom of a horse
And tail of my sea
With tale to tell of me
No longer forcing me to wait
You now itch to give our
World of creations and legs
To hold and walk with
Clouds of constant whispers
Swirling around our stars

Because the world changed
The night you took on our
Seed and saplings and branches
Into this hall of open doors
You walk thin and strong with
Child inside your soul and light
Growing our many future(s)
Ventures with painted paths
Did the steps bring you higher
In the sky of stages waiting
To be held like infant(s)
All our works with heart
All our hearts with ribbons
Dancing weaves of forever
Or pieces of its night
Into the stars inside and singing
Like coo's of your held
Growing into us, it calls
Because we are this becoming
As the points are only glares
Of the brightness beginning
Reflected in the hair you
Touch to your face to
Close the pain into large
Clearness of your horizon
Because you can see
Better without the blades
Watching again the retreat
Into the safety of my sea

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Project Love

project love

Project Love

Painting the last lines
Of two years of emotions
From where I first turned
Toward you from the rips
He served me none-the-less
Because my blood still beat
And you were the steps
From my unwashed sheets
Of forever's hands gripping
My unwelcomed healing
But my healing was welcomed
By the sounds of your descriptions
Of a world you see playing
My lives danced into pages
Remembering how they were
Just feelings that were passing
Glimpses and grabbing of
Moments I held as well
As thrown to drawn in ART
Your moments walking across
My visions of you like
little dinosaur monsters
Cartooned into games with
Your name became My Gift
Your lists of figures as faces
Hurting instead of you or
Instead of what you saw
They could do when you opened
And there is where I turned to you

The last colors are still on the
Pencils that were inked open
So that the sets and rises
Peek onto the edges as I opened
I wanted you already there
Yet, here I still only crawl
On two knees along the revealed
Another page of could-be's
Made like paperdolls for me
To hold your hand until the last
Bleeding black for patterns
That thought they 'd cry another
Sleeping upon you in visions
Did you dream there, drawn
Holding my letting-go again
Until the water took more
Of what could-be or been
Roots gone yet in pictures
Does that mean birth or bigger
Like life had been growing
Before I discovered you speaking
Of what you loved in your eyes
Things I could touch once
Remembering to create again
Stimulated by my longing of
More could-be's than my womb
Could birth a litter, gone
Because you are now my
Sea Horse holding all this us

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Observing Reopenings

observing reopenings

Observing Reopenings

This place inside you
Full of all that ever-hurt
Has finally let you through
To me, as nice and gentle
I knew of your strength
You tried to reach with all that
Wound upon it, that they
Webbed into every part of
Your world of their resentment
Of the smartest mountains
You climb, you make
Attaining the babies upon it
For your first time of
Not possessing into a slave
The creation of another
Instead is full of penetrating
Fertilization, gestation
Instead is becoming in your
Inside where the abusers killed?
Rebirthed now to be yours
Not theirs ever again, My Love
Not theirs
Your world, your every seed
Is there again on the wind
Brewing in your idle time
Where I now sleep upon
Your mind reminding you
My heart is beating
Telling you to call me

She, there, on your mind like that
Is only visiting as you
Can tell her where to be inside
She will be where your love
Of her, of me, has filled you
And will always exist upon request
She wakes there too, for you
When you are this strong
To meet me with your caressed
Soul, no longer teacher
Of the wounds to heal
You now live in this pleasure
Of your happy healing real
Because you were always
As smart as the likes of me, as you
Found me because of that
And you now dwell upon this
Possibility of equal
Of masters and puzzle pieces
Tucked as a perfect penetration
To wait over the creations
We dust over this Universe
You once thought didn't
Understand, with lonely stranger
Now is a warm puppy pile
Of every thought we share
To fill up your bed nightly
Of my sleeping whispers
To call me yours, in words

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