A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother
Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring
Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore
A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free
And then, daylight
Appeared — what for, this song
This soft white light
The quiet, cool exhalation
I’d waited a lifetime
None books I’d read
No wisdom sent my way
Foretold through the ages
Oh, those kind sages!
The wholesale beauty of you
Do you remember the after-work nights
I’d let you lay your tawny head in my lap
Content now, at peace finally
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
The movie would roll
I’d wake you during
With an anything-but-absentminded stroke of your hair
Or after
With a simple kiss
Eagerly, I’d relay all you’d missed
Sleepily, you’d disclose you’d seen it, actually
The gentle walk to bedtime now
Tomorrow’s a busy day
The why, I reasoned
Without reaching out to my heart or my skin
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
I’d think of you there
So far over there
As my starving skin fell slowly
Asleep
Finally
Morning, I, still clutching
My hand making breakfast with berries
Feeding you what felt like a gift you didn’t want
I remember the sun seemed to always shine through my door on you
As you left for the day
And for too-many days more missing you
I’d fall fast asleep, clutching your hand
In my heart
Skin screaming out at the emptiness, but the weekend was coming
Saturday! The day
You’d let me share my City
My family, my home, my sound-sleep space again
My time, my life
With you
Do you miss this?
Or was boredom all you recall?
Patchouli to February skin
Perfumed hands joined
Permeating laughter
Gifts not belated
God’s timing prevails
Gratitude alight, forever afire
You can’t deserve me
Leave on your shoes, eat berries
Stay in the bramble
Original Thought Credit: “Aurora Leigh;” Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My gift to you, Sir
I forgive that you failed me
My gift to myself
Given space
All it contains
As an endowment, a gift
A choice now
Plunder the earthen quiet
Pluck sentient jewels as personal trophies
Place my footstep as an uncontrolled burn upon what sustains me?
How do I treat thee, miracles
Poison myself no more
Ponder the treasure with all I am
Position omniscience between it and a carnal mind
All the acreage
As certain as certain can be
A zealot protector
Bless’ed space
My background’s back there.
And, to my future, hear this:
The present’s what’s mine!
Withdraw me never
Rubies I am to myself
Sail me to always
I’m trusting you to make sense of all this
To put a rhythm to what you see
That’s my gift to you
Find your voice
Your meaning
Keep the hope that all will come alive
That’s your gift to me
Such steps will be as dancing
Call it collaboration