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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

Unexpected Bonuses of Being Apart from the One You Love, And, What I Miss Most

Posted in Prose with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 29, 2009 by 1writegirl

On the Plus Side: Beneficial Byproducts of Separation

You get to lose weight, without even trying.

You have sudden bursts of energy, especially after you’ve just heard from him, which make you very productive indeed.

You now have time to do all those little mundane chores you put off doing while he was here, like defrosting the freezer, clipping your toenails, and organizing your car’s maintenance and repair records.

You remember that you had a life of your own before he came along, and you’ve got one still. I’ve always, without exception, taken care of myself, and I am not dependent on someone else for my happiness (this kind of self-talk, which I picked up through many fruitful visits to therapists over the years, can be very useful.)

You are forced to make a choice between falling victim to your insecurities, or trusting that voice inside of you which tells you that sometimes you have to let go of that which means the most to you. That doesn’t mean pretending your feelings don’t exist, it means not allowing them to be demanding. This is the same voice that popped up out of nowhere the first day we met, took one look at him and in bewildered awe, said, It’s Him. Yass, I do believe it’s really Him. You remind yourself he’s got a voice too, and from time to time it inspires him to write poems about you, poems that speak of hope. You trust yourself because you have to. You trust him, because your love isn’t worth much if you don’t.

On the Down Side: What I Miss Most

Cooking, shopping, and writing together.

Going for a walk, particularly after dark.

Going and getting lattés and cappuccinos in the morning, afternoon, whenever, just because it feels like a good time for coffee.

Sex.

Hearing him say, “How come you’re so hot?”, “What do you see in me?” and “God, I love you.”

Just hanging out together.

Touching him.

His fingers in my hair.

Conversations with your best friend. About anything & everything. While eating breakfast or at two in the morning, with no barriers, walls, or secrets.

His kisses. Like manna from heaven, life-affirming. They are a language unto themselves.

I miss these two things from the deepest places within me.