Was I what you imagined?Better? Worse?
Even better
not even close.
I feel the wind
like most feel the cold.
It can open up portals
to unwanted demons
and let loose the ones
we protect. Best to
let go of the burned memories
the chalk outlines
of ex-lovers
recent lovers
future lovers
unwanted lovers.
Sometimes, one hour
is worth one decade
or one lifetime
and even Keats
thought fifteen minutes
was enough. I will try
not to love you
but it is too late
my heart has slowly
caught up to my head.
The cliche of it all
seen and obscure.
The mundane of it all
lost on highway tracks
line me up on the yellow lines
my figure is slim enough
to fit under your tires
your body
your mind
your heart
but let us leave
grocery lists on the table
bracelets in a dish
clothes in a ditch
souls in the universe.
Leave science and formulas
in text books
let vino tell the veritas.
I have a knot in the back
of my neck
that requires your
touch.
Yet life is bitter
and cold
and the mind
can convince us
that silence is deadly
when in fact
it is essential
to listen to yourself.
I wrestle with myself
as a daily sport
and words
eat me up whole
turn my red hair
to gold.
Just don’t call me a queen
I’m far from that.
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impressive… and so strong .. <3 <3 <3
Thank you:)
As deep as ocean
Your emotions flow always
Words carrying deep meaning
Feelings blowing through
Thank you!