Scraping Pavement

SCRAPING PAVEMENT

Scraping Pavement 
There’s truth in these walls
songs in our sunsets and yet
we ask them to be repeated.
Declaring our strengths as listeners but
can you recite the birdsong melody
outside our window?
I can no longer draw inspiration
from my feet on the ground.
With a heart half-healed, and a fate
yet to be revealed,
the leaves scrape the pavement
like my dragging heels.

Remember Me

REMEMBER ME

Remember Me
Sometimes I need to write.
To see words flow from my hands.
Disrupting the white paper with
My black, black ink.
It settles my stomach to see
It dry.
It’s there now – my words.
The message isn’t always important.
It could be a reminder or something more
Revealing like a love note.
It doesn’t matter.  What matters is
The permanence.

It Is All For You

IT IS ALL FOR YOU

It Is All For You
It’s just you in this field,
But I’m here too.
You breathe me in
And don’t even notice.
Your words drift on my wind
As your hands graze my grasslands
But your eyes look past my mountains.
My birds sing for you
And my branches always reach out
Asking only for footsteps in return,
I’ll give you all of me.

I Am A Woman For You

I AM A WOMAN FOR YOU

I Am a Woman For You 
I had a dream about you
We were walking down the street
As we always did,
As we always do,
In my memories of you.
We were friends,
Once friends,
And you spoke to me
About your body
With self-deprecating cruelty.
Sharp my lungs
As I faced you
Pulled you
Into me so close
By the latch of your jeans
To prove a point of what I mean.
My hand began to reach up your shirt
You squirmed and became instantly alert
As my other hand
Wrapped around your neck.
Almost uncomfortable
Almost too comfortable.
I positioned my lips
A hairline away from your burning ear.
Burning to hear
Burning to be near.
As I spoke with conviction
Without any contradiction
And with a soft, feminine tone
That only increased the friction,
In the air, and simply everywhere.
“You are
Tirelessly,
Completely,
And unrelentingly
Desired.”
My hand drawing paths
Down your back.
Impatient to tour your hip
And as I turn my fair face
With my hair slightly out of place
And yours…
I continued,
“Everything about you,
From your hands,
To your heat,
Your chest,
Your smell, this skin,
And your mouth
Remind me that I am a woman.”
Waking up,
From this long-remembered dream
With peace in my bloodstream
Power in my pulse
And trembling my legs
Oh, to be a woman.

Beyond the Daydreams

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Beyond the Daydreams
I want to see beyond the dreams
Share with him and share within
A gratitude for our coincidence.
And despite the restrictiveness
Our daughter requires innocence.
She needs us to take time
Sweet and merciful
Born from our patience.
Tasting truth on my tongue
And strawberries on his.
Poor little boy is afraid of falling
We are children making children
But my tender heart is calling.
I know your daydreams
As my light is learning you.
There is no fear in faith
And as we play, and as we pray
As we cry and move
In all the daily things we do,
We will learn a love that she deserves.
We will learn a love that we have waited for,
A remembrance of the peace before.
The space where breath is made.
Like nature or grace
It will come from an effortless place.
On that day, when my belly is full of life
And your hand is rested on our blooming flower
We won’t remember this waiting hour.
Our only thought,
I wonder what color her eyes will be?

Before You

BEFORE YOU

Before You
The stars dream of us
And the flowers stretch out to smell you.
At night when the lights go out,
Trees giggle about our silly conversations.
While a neighboring flood lamp flickers a moon-like glow into my hallway,
Where my socks still lay.
I don’t remember what it felt like before you.
Why would I want to anyway?

Collide Into You

COLLIDE INTO YOU

Collide Into You
You are an estuary,
A tidal mouth of burgeoning life.
Harboring art, Earth and promise
A grail where raging rivers
Slow and taste for a kiss.
Mingling and meeting
Not always mixing readily,
But continually circulating
Rising and falling,
With the changing seasons steadily.
Streams do not choose
To pour into the ocean,
Nor do the winds force their current.
They only know how to be together.
To flow, to flood,
Ancient and with origin,
Worshiping the moon and
Changing the weather.
I am the sometimes harsh
But more oftentimes warm waters
That long to cascade into your sea.
I don’t know what else to do
Because when we collide,
You just bring out more of me.