Not obtuse
Not acute
Not Hell-bent for the stars
I must go
I must be
I must give what is ours
If you look
If you ask
If you promise what’s true
You will find
You will learn
You will become who’s you
It’s here now, all of it
Each luscious ounce and raw and grace-filled moment of it
None waiting nor striving
No rushing to get
Walk and know it ‘fore it ends
Melt, faster this time
Dissipate, finally, then
Rise again to pow’r
This Business
Leftover sandwiches and lies
Ignoring the Goddess of you
The light at the table, blasphemed away
Slighted before,
But come now
Bring your intellect and intuit
Let us peace-make and pray
Let us paint anew
As to the others
As to the Us
Epic exhale
We wondered
And now know
I don’t matter
You don’t matter
We learn this
We move on
Hat back on your head
And stop tipping it to me
I need no kudos
This is my own tragedy
This telepresence, of sorts
I, loving you
Self-created, for my imagination is that of a girl reading far too many fanciful tales of interplanetary affection and of camel-led caravans of the Orient
The dust of this all still surrounds me
Something I alone permit
Against God’s will,
I believe in you
A scrapper from the start
Scratching and scraping
And giving
Her all
A lover to the end
Shine and sparkle
And dapper
Surround her
It’s talkin’ to me,
the Galaxy. Suggesting
that I move beyond.
Should I behave
As a proper afterthought
Maybe
But know I will not
Nor am I sorry
For, a relegated me
Wearing invisible ink
Can never be
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