Love and sex and
all that
what makes
me human
branches of lust,
of kind-of-see-what-happens,
summer heat kind
of crazy pillow talking--
creations of
mind,
listening to your
heart beat,
to your lungs
filling with breath--
to a single
flare-a spark-in your eyes
Double down on our
luck--
holding
tight-holding loose,
arms full-arms
empty.
We are complete
with both.
Healing and
brightening,
growing, breaking
ground
in the dark earth
of our souls.
In the midst of
that dark
we push forth—a
baby from the womb--
wanting to find
the sister-mother-child within
Thinking I can
never have enough
of silky hair, of
soft lips-of simple words
that cause no
confusion in me.
It is always the lovers that
find home,
or is it travel to
new things that bring us here?
Can we take a trip
inside?
Can we find our
own summer heat?
Can we understand
that no one is ever forgotten--
that like that man
in that film we don't
throw people away?
They are always
part of our life whether
here or not—always
the smiles
we see when we
close our eyes.
Grow branches to
reach up and touch me,
paint some colors
for me to see
and remember I let
you go,
you let me go,
because it was
part of our road--
part of our
destiny.
We will find each
other again sometime,
when our hearts
have healed and our
smiles are real.
The road to me is never closed.
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