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| painted illustration by EjR © |
She was
the face of enchantment
stole what I could
just to be so graced,
with chances
I've taken
being near
each of her
infinities unfurling
souls like hers
are why
we Love and Live
for something other
than ourselves
however fleeting
this or that
time we spend
as they
may seem,
there are
moments
that stain us
with beauty
and this
is why we keep painting
what is beyond
one two three
dimensions
mother, lover, sister ...
sometimes
I separate myself
into a thousand poems
each one, an ache to know
the maternal raptured soul
you hold me with
these reigns
from impossible to
that's what we do
the smile
a guile
of eyes
knowing nose
knows too
mother lover sister
she insists I hold her
a scent to have
belly dancer
eye imagined
jazz mined on fire
again, with Winter
dying in our arms
we're babies
swept rain
tabling behind
a reach of loam
tome and home
consider me then, one of those poets
filling hearths, a savory sweet with laughter
quiet moments too, when the dishes are done
piled to dry, a small candle lit
you sit table side
betwixt dreams we may share
of what feels right
to revere and know why
we sing the blues
and how sometimes
we hanker
for the salts
we sing of each other ...
storyboard finish
we were a tad tardy, targeted thereafter
rafter barn sided late in the day upstate lake country
<Sí, una bonanza de aire de montaña da lugar a la lujuria>
quality role play curvy pull overs watch the night
foggy lifts, tucks inside places we hide warm and begging perceptions
the savior-ing will be opined to have come from
deigned aerie observation pick pockets
blood thieves will skirt the edges
finding familiar sorrows and joys
riding idles so we are otherwise occupied
with why we venerate a cage federation
of stated intentions to be
our most humane human
space between letter and word
shepherd heard herd when once lost
mountain slag clay shale
leaves covering trail
I spent prayer rains
for her Moon
wandering her starlights
in a single sleeping bag
this, as if I'd never been born
a gate fleshed soul
glowing, a push pull warm
anointed lid (s) time emits
spit bit and bridle too
the view from forever
mother, lover, sister
always includes dessert
and coffee
didn't you know ...?
EJR ©
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