Archive for hearts

Heart Side

Posted in Prose with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2010 by 1writegirl

I sleep on his heart side. Even when I’m in bed alone, I don’t cross over the invisible boundary into that space where he would be, where he will be, hours from now. I count them down, even while I sleep, as my own heart stops and starts again in irregular, unpredictable intervals. In my dreams I’m waiting for him, looking for him, pacing the floors, the streets, the skies. At last his face floats into view and I relax as he comes toward me. I smile and turn my face up to his. Mi corozon, I whisper. He kisses me in reply and I surface like an erstwhile, reluctant swimmer from a cold and murky depth into the warm, aerated embrace of life. I breathe in deeply and exhale his name. For a moment my eyes flutter open, just long enough to take in the sight of him, then close again as I drift back to sleep, this time to dream that he’s here beside me, memories and shadows and ghosts unseated by live, scented, sense-evoking flesh, enfolding me, freeing and cherishing me, all traces of boundary released and soon, so soon, forgotten.

What You Have

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2009 by 1writegirl

It settles in like
A warm fog
Born of nights that
Last too long
And dreams that
End too soon

The wanting is to blame

Motions pass the hours
Till the sun
Breaks through the clouds

Bringing with it
In the form of

To throw away
What is of value
For the sake of
Wanting more

More of that very thing

Is in essence to break
One’s own heart
To spite it and
Render it mute

In the name of
The ego
At the expense
Of what is real

There is no hurry
To get to the more
The more is now
The more is here

It is having the heart
To understand

That this very thing
You want more of

Is golden in its own
As it exists in this moment

What you want
Is what you have

Haiku #28: Lone States

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on October 11, 2009 by 1writegirl

Alone is a state
Of body, lonesome is found
In a state of heart

Staying Away

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on May 18, 2009 by 1writegirl

There are some hearts for whom home
Is not a place
But a person

And when they have found it
At Last

It is not the parting that is most difficult

But the staying away

Haiku #8: Tyrant’s Masquerade

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 5, 2009 by 1writegirl

What is Fear but the
Great pretender, thief of dreams
Dressed as salvation

What is Fear but the
Leech bleeding dry the soul of
Its quest for a mate

What is Fear but the
Builder of prisons for hearts
Convicted of love