Etymologies between us (pt. 1)

Don’t you know that you’re my hero?He/roLike “hei” like “The Name” and “ro” like “rest”The Name of RestMy sanctuaryGroundingHomeOr ho’me of my originsHoldmeHol’meHomeHome, hero. (June 2020)

In the throat of an angel [a poetic?

She was fantasyCloaked in the skin of a womanHer gaze the perfume of diamondsAnd laughter like a landslideIts eruption shrouding the would-be shameOf those who reveled in the impervion ofDaydreams of a sacred escape with her She was musicCaught in the throat of an angelHer kiss a drink straight to the headAnd touch like worshipThe…

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Coda [poetic]

I played by memory,Timed the breath marks,Knowing every entrance and rest,Honouring them with Grace.The melody never got oldAnd I nearly lost myself in the music —I almost missed the universe raise her fist:Nao dal segno. I mean, I knew there was more to this songAnd some parts I’ve even practiced before —This refrain looks familiar—…

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Clean Linen [a poetic]

I guessIt’s been a whileSince I got to my laundryI found the towels we usedAfter that timeRight before the last timeRight before ChristmasRight before the last timeMeant “the” last time.We’d started right off twice a dayTwice a weekSaid you couldn’t have enoughThat it wouldn’t always have to beLike thatRunning around on borrowed names and alibisButWe…

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Promised

It was following the darknessYou held my hand and told meLife without would be cancerous,Insisted this soul tie was needed.It was the time in the showerWhen you said, “wife”Cleansing uncertainties of the pastConsummating new futures.It was the times you risked everything elseBut made clear I was worth the sacrificesAsked me to stand aside my principlesWhile…

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Love like tree frogs make in rainbow trees

Let’s bury the hatchetWe can’t cut down the pastSo let’s take rest in its shadeAnd tear up the rootsFor clinical examinationOf the scars that match our heartsOr the marks made in the trunkCarving here lies foreverThat love that love that loveMade against a rainbow headboardWhile the world rained upon usDimensia unfolded like fruit peels overripeAmongst…

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Love chronicling cont. [micropoems]

[Clandestine Nines]Kisses reaching into eternityAs you reach through my third chakraClimbingSeeking the releaseSlightest gaspPauseAs we listen to the rainTrembling (although you nearly love how I can’t help it) – did she hear us?eternity. Breath. The continuance of your hipsAssured by the silence on the other side of what now feels like paper (though we’ll call…

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Temptation on a street corner.

“When was the last time you did somethingJust because you enjoyed it?”He asks, tempting meAs he guides my hand to the warmth in his lap. I bite my lip.He already knows it was the last timeWe were togetherAnd he knows he has the power to sway me Before I can consider another protestI find the…

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Lions are never surprised [a poetic]

On this I do meditate:Does it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Two manes wrapped atop our headsAs we took to stately rest in bedYet sleep could not allureFrom temptation of experiencing a love so pureOn this I now meditateDoes it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Your paws…

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What god/call of the wolf [a poetic]

At an edge of the wood, where there was no path,Where I explored freely,Suddenly upon the soles of my feet,Still wet on muddied play,Scratched the roughness of paved hard road,Two grey legs stretching forever beyond meFalling into the horizon.I look back at the wood behind meSearching for the knowing guiding gaze of the wolfThe wild…

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“This is a forever thing – just so you know” [poem-thing]

I was so young and excited to be free!I asked if you would appreciate my flightAnd not tie a string to me:“I’m more like a bird, not like a kite.” You laughed and kissed me dearlyAnd said, as you pulled me in close,“My love, I love that you love to flyBut, this is a forever…

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Get Naked

Let’s get naked together… Help strip me of my ego and I’ll disrobe the stress from your mind. Give up article of timidity, illusion And cast aside veils donned in shame about our truths. Kiss each other’s spirits the way we caress skin, run our hands through each other’s ideas the way we play in…

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#selfie

As I transition the layout of my website over the next few weeks, old pages resurface and I’ve elected to give some of them homage with a renewed posting. The following is one such, posted a few years ago, in honour of Women’s History Month and, of course, myself. All my life, I’ve been taunted…

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Heaven’s mess

(A throwback)   The place I heard heaven’s message was where I stood and could see no distinction between the parts of you and the parts of me, mixed up in beautiful chaos, and realized experiencing the universe was what we called “love.” It has been ever so simple since.

The unmarked boxes in my closet

I had a legal marriage once. He was noble, sweet, compassionate, and fiercely intelligent. He loved me and I loved him. It was as simple as that (as he often said). When people asked me why I was marrying him (we were both very young, and I was somewhat of a burning car while he…

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Once alive [a poetic]

I was alive before I met you. The sun rose every day, Bringing light under crevices, chasing Shadows into corners; The wind pulled my hair like A teasing child, and The moon sang her orange solo, Awaiting the sound of the wolf’s. I wrote sometimes, cooked a bit And smuggled sleep out of my pillow…

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kesmet (an excerpt)

It is an epic. It is unfinished. So there is this… Inevitably, my name will be spoken On the undercurrent of every love line, and Every syllable of speech unspoken of things on the mind, Echoes from his heart. We collided, smashing this dimension Into a million sparkling pieces And rebuilt, me within him, him…

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Power off

What words can be usedIn some waySome arrangementSensible and appealingThat has not alreadysome idea reiterated?Have we not said enough?Is there no prize for the silenceOf a people assuredComfortable in the companyOf the buzzless dark?

A Lover’s Secret

What is this webWoven on more than memories –Moans, kisses behind sealed lips,Passion and earnestEchoing ripples outsidethe comfort zone…. (what if someone sees?)Are you brave enough to ride the wave?

[kiss]

He kissed me.For one long, beautiful moment. His lips uttered a thousand storiesIn a language I’d never heard before:I understood every one.