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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.

Haiku #29: No Where

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2009 by 1writegirl

It’s an illusion
Sink to the bottom with me
We’ll play in the mud

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
Salvation
In the form of
Truth

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
Right
As it exists in this moment

What you want
Is what you have

Through a Window

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2009 by 1writegirl

I am up before dawn
Walking

In the purplish grey fog
That cloaks the valley.

As daylight yawns and
Creeps round the corner

An icicle of sunlight,
Ever brazen

Pierces the shroud

And forms a tunnel into
The swirling mist
Toward a small house

Through a window

Where I see a pair of lovers
Lost in a tender embrace.

With calloused hands
He traces her lips
Gently she catches his finger

With the edge of resurgent hunger
Bait to a sated fish

Then buries her face in
The nape of his neck
Shy, playful, flirtatious…

For a long, long moment
They cling to each other
Rocking gently to and fro

To a beat only they can hear

They separate,
but just enough

For him to cup her face

Then he presses his lips
Against her mouth
While her arms wrap
round his neck.

I can see her tremble
I can hear him moan
I can feel a velvet heat in the air

As I close my eyes
For just an instant

And then they’re gone

Haiku #18: April fools

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , on March 31, 2009 by 1writegirl

In a jester’s world
Can every day be seen as
Proof of April fools?