The Girl and the Bird

Bird, so free

  of a perfect afternoon spring, 

linking time even through modernity.  

  

A phantom face, wrapped my exchange 

and put my body to sleep, 

  deeply reminiscing.  

Lips to mine, eyes half between now, 

  feel the arms 

  sliding to pull my skin-

  there was nothing there of course.  

  The Birds are bright lately, even exuberant through the night.  

  

  I had always missed him.  like the purple of a sunset cast; like the arriving too late on that hill, knowing he left

 the mornings and the birds 

  have since, tweeted that essence 

had, reminded me of my own love, 

  against his shadow light

and the sun, became a representation 

of my uncondition for this man.  

I see love in everything now...

perhaps because 

  he was never caught?

Perhaps because, when I look up at the sky, 

I know he is still out there, 

proving that love caries the distance of the sky and life

and well into death.  

My bird may not have the capacity to love.  

Can he, it shall not minutely compare to the capacity invested in me…

  neither had it stopped me from giving up my whole soul though

  to the perfect stranger 

of perfect nihilism 

  that bore a rebirth 

no better than my death…

yet.. 

my love  to him remains as innocent as nature itself- 

 perfectly unfair and unhinged, and yet graced with a humble divinity only The Creator can claim invention on.  

I am innocent because loving you, makes me so.  

perhaps, closer up, my love might change, might not remain so innocent, 

  seeing as how, dear mockingbird, 

you do not play so well; 

but I iterate, that it is the soul’s fire, caught wind by you- some unbelievably intrinsic force that I think snagged us both, but a storm had carried you off.  

  .so brief.  

paused   then 

  

  

  for all of eternity... 

Just realized.  

                              Checkmate.  

Clever, was I caught by it all.  

the fight, the flight

 and now, 

recovery.  

all while,  though, 

eternity 

      has    paused    

An Untamed Storm

  Not a day goes by

     in the ruthless passing of gestations, 

That I don’t think of you, come and gone, 

weightless in touch.  

  I long for the pull of your fervor, as though it were the trace of your sound.  The imprints left on me when you’d speak- precisely

  a hypnotization of the spirit and 

  my soul.  

    You were dark, and I waned to it all- risking what little there was left of me.  

Instead, a fire was awoke-

  left somber 

in the choke of your ash;  

cashed and put out before I had arrived.  

  But it is your lips, 

phantom, forlorn 

  because they are a ghost, 

that wakes my days, 

  and soothes my nights.  

The promise of your kiss, is felt against my lips, and hips, as I feel you 

  all over me, 

in the bedtime air, 

of nothing there.  

Unfair I hear the whispers of things 

  the trees and the airs on night’s tickled postures…

  dancing, crying, weavy; chaotic, buoyant, bright…

  The insights settle 

  the phantoms, 

  

  But Love, 

is a Beast

  all it’s own.  

an allure 

  of a beast, 

and unsettling notions.  

  The years set into me.  

I took 

  your hand.  

   My belly grew big, and our child would be to finally take it’s place 

  after so many years of squandered love and loss-  

  meaning always to be the precise reason, you ever came in, and I ever loved you.  

  But it is a phantom until your awaited return. 

The child will always be yours, 

  as will my heart ever remain loyal, through life or death, 

  to the jar, 

you and I 

  never broke into.  

My Stomach is flat with youth.  

  My heart somber from age, yet as ruthless as the passing of all things and all time- 

She is an untamed storm, 

  that soothes only to mysterious phenomenons, 

  and you, were my most mysterious of all.  

In my belly, awaits our love.

  But you must return to me.  

we must embrace.  

  You must let me love you.  

and you must, 

  Love me back, with everything you have.  

and only then, 

  can you and I escape all our have not’s; 

and have the beautiful family that we both never had.  

  A family we both deserve; 

a family we both want-

   A child made from the ashes and rebirth of our Love.  

  It was always you.  

Yet my Stomach is flat with youth.