I know he comes
From heaven.
He says he is from hell.
I feel the trail of
Star maps he draws
Intuitively on my skin;
He creates magic constellations
And places them in my heart.
I
Hear the wishes trapped in his throat
When he whispers
To me in the
Dark.
I see his wings,
Not with my naked eyes.
And there he is
Taking pause
Just standing
Looking at you as if he
Knows you
Recognizes you
The hairs on the back of your neck tickle and
You turn around
As your heart races
And you know
You both know
I let my hair loose
Dancing,
Living
Free
Until i can no
Longer stand the heat.
And the
Phoenix I Become.
To ashes i return
(And i know no
Time in this realm)
I create fire,
Standing,
Dancing,
Flying
Once more.
And the one thing that everburns
Yet never dies within me is love.
In my complacency
And desire to be loved
I, in a time past, allowed others
To tie
Their defintions
To my ankles,
My hands.
I allowed them
To obstruct my lips,
My breath
Until
Left
Ragged and strained
I fell to my knees
In shame.
In shame for what?
For simply being myself.
There are stars born
We cannot yet see.
Patience,
My Love.
Walking the old river bed,
How often has the course changed?
How often the boulders
Worn to rocks
Worn to pebbles
Worn to dust?
The river carries them on,
Shape shifting.
How often the roots of mighty trees exposed,
How often
They held on until
Nothing left for them to grasp,
They succumb to the way
And float on?
How often no man stands to witness the
Sound
Of the fall?
All
Become one
With the river
Eventually
Returning
To the sea.
Old riverbeds remain and regrow from tiny
Seed to become mighty trees
They return
In time forgetting the river.
And it grips the poets heart
At any moment.
And they are left breathless,
Adrenaline coursing through
The body.
What words?
How to say?
How to draft with the heart
A picture?
And they might be left stumbling,
For more words
To find
No words.
And pretend like nothing
Left them stunned as time stopped,
The
Out of body experience.
Just
Like that.
At any given instant
The ecstasy in every cell
Becoming poetry.
You got up and shut the door so
No one else could hear her crying.
(Ashamed)
You put your hand over her mouth.
And turned out the lights
So you did not have to see
What you did to
Her.
(Ashamed)
And you act like nothing ever happened,
Like nothing ever
Changed.
No one else is the wiser
As they applaud you
And pat you on the back
While night terrors
Wrack her in awake time.
(Ashamed)
We do not
Create love
By inciting
Fear.
Chole Into Diamonds 