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August 27, 2010
I can not wait for the rest of your life.....................
Looking at me while sitting in her car, getting ready to leave.
We had talked for a while about life, love, sublime nuances, Blue pottery, Sun flowers, separations,
, strange coincidences, serendipity, movies, "The single man" in particular, major distractions, our daughters
our sons, how boring men could be in general,
So I apologized for the length of my banter as she was getting ready to leave, and she said;
"are you kidding, I can not wait for the rest of your life...........
Posted by Idinraha at 04:47 PM | Comments (0)
August 25, 2010
I am okay
I am quiet, I am scattered,
like I have been blown to pieces
and have come back to be claimed
I am quiet, I am extended beyond all I could be
I am happy, laughing like a child
Like bliss had filled me all inside and out
like a smile sweet has painted my face and
joy in timid fusions has taken me over outside and in
I stand at the window
watching the day as it crawls outside
there is a sun in the corner of my sky
there are trees extended along the road with cars going by
I will take a shower as the light burns out
I doubt my sanity standing under the water eyes closed
Then I check my Emails to see if you are there
and eat my cereal with milk, thinking, I am okay
Posted by Idinraha at 04:00 PM | Comments (0)
Trees stand
Trees stand, witnessing the days of sun
rain, winds as they come. trees stand patiently
quietly climbing toward the sun, as they dig deeper
Birds, aimless birds they flee to the corners of the sky
they come back, tree stand as the birds play nest
they witness the life that they bring, the life they hatch
yet they dig deeper as the birds fly away
tree stand witnessing the days of the rain, storms, winds
as they come, trees stand as life blinks between days and nights
Posted by Idinraha at 03:51 PM | Comments (0)
August 13, 2010
She fills my cup
She fills my cup, then
she holds my neck
bringing me close so I can drink
as her eyes move between
my face and the cup, then she asks
"May I get you more "?
I smile nodding.
Posted by Idinraha at 01:50 PM | Comments (2)
August 11, 2010
She claims me
I like the pink pills, they taste like uncertainty, The yellow ones are more vague,
I am naked without them and so vulnerable, Dr K looks at me and quietly whispers,
" are you sleeping well"? and he corrects me when I try to spell the word MISCHIEF.
He thinks she is good for me, in small doses, maybe twice daily,
A MAJOR DISTRACTION. He calls her. I am not sure, I mean she
is good for me, like a turn in a road to where the scent of jasmines
fills the air. She is good for me like the water that engulfs me and
takes me away in measured silences and comforts. Like when the
sun on an early morning catches me looking out, stretching my bones
yawning. and the way she touches me like I have been hers for a
very long time, maybe.............
I do not hide amongst the columns, I wait for her outside, where the
light is spread for ever and time has evolved to and slowed to a halt,
where she stands in front of me still and there is no one else, nothing else
just silence , where words not dare, and we are within our space.
I tilt my head and walk backward, I am vulnerable and my skin diseased as it is ,
bruised, dried and left for dead for so long, yet she reaches and touches me,
holding my hand within hers, I try to tilt my head , I try to walk back, but time has
evolved to a hush, standing still . She claims me, like I have been hers for a
long time, a very long time.
Posted by Idinraha at 04:30 PM | Comments (2)
August 09, 2010
She
She tries desperately to walk within the lines. The wound is warm and the pain
has not settled in her bones. there are cracks opening her solemn face , her
glass eyes.
I would have the next dance, maybe a waltz, something classic. I hold her hands
and she glides on air, I lead . She knows , somehow she knows well how he is
crawling within her, yet the ambush has been rewarding, and He leaves tender
aches arousing her nerve endings, there is shameless joy carousing within her,
and the smile that opens her face is so very present.
She awakes early. Opens the window basking in the glow of the morning air,
the fresh spread.
I do not color within the lines, I let my color bleed, I allow my life a detour every
now and then, I take walks trough the woods and drink from silver springs ,
saluting the lonely green frogs, I get so eager to leave and so desperate to stay .
She knows yet she Denies it, moving in circles, finishing and starting, she is
apprehensive yet the decedent delicious nectar of sin caress her skin, taking
her breath away , and the heavy scent of him, hangs and stays, Such sweet
poison , such erotic death, and the possibilities of unexpected. She inhales
deep and exhales long, Waiting...............
Posted by Idinraha at 08:37 PM | Comments (4)