She is not He
Nor an It or an If
She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be
Where If Goes To Become
She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To
She Really Is
She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal
There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love
She Is Leading Me
Last time my heart’ll fall
Dogs in the night, breaking in
Last time, I promise
There, in Garden Earth,
she’s worthy. Whether he sees,
ought not concern her.
Original Thought Credit: “…and your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.” -Genesis 3:16
“I feel a small fire….”
She says, in sing-song slang.
God knows, she’s afire.
I summoned you so hard
So in earnest
Sent out all my Super-she energy
With such sheer-will
With mountainous hope
Which always worked so well for me
But found only my own enlightenment
It can only be the powers that be
Felt fit to see
You find yourself
Crawling
And not
Mountain climbing
Sandy-haired, please find yourself
Ode to the she-stranger, whom I never met
Yesterday, upon my knees
“Respiras,” my aura begged her
Then quietly and years ago, she-stranger did oblige
As if she wore my atoms, said for only me to hear
“You lucky, lucky girl.”
Original Thought Credit: Marty McConnell’s “FRIDA KAHLO TO MARTY McCONNELL”
A Cardinal, spying from the pow’r lines by my kitchen window, acts tempestuously
As if he cannot resist me
Truth be told, I’m fond of him, too
Remarkable as he is — less a vivid red than most, and volume missing in the tufts of his shaggy cone
I know the migration he’s been through, and he needs that
Unafraid to ask, I say, “What is it you want?”
His response…be still, my heart!
I won’t betray his confidence, but we see eye-to-eye
It’s the reason he finds himself landing in my backyard peach tree at every possible opportunity
Poking around in the Echinacea, for calm
Glad I give him refuge, I leave open the door
Talking with him like this, leaves me wanting more
I left my lover girl, that busty girl, in Some Grand Place
Got on a plane and just left her there
Smiling, she, chasing me
A happy fool, out of breath, certain she’d succeed eventually
Waiting came, then
Watching
Her eyes half covered, like we were playing hide and seek and it was getting dark
Peeking
She didn’t want to lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me
She didn’t
The bless’d wanting more
Will it always be this way
What obedience
She comes deeper down
They, in the rush to love her
Neglected respect
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