drip
drip
……. drip
let the droplets accumulate in a pool of an insignificant amount
allow them to flow from the tap
from the brow
from your eyes
from the moment
a part of you comes tearing from the being
crying to be let back in
that ultimate expression of creativity
of longing
to see someone else exhibit our love
at the turn of the road
the hour
the minute
this week
that month
of that year
when finally
you will learn to forget
what it was like to wait
to long
to want
to be loved
to be held
to be yearned
to be smiled at
your resting heart rate should be 71
should be this
and a bit of that
and a lot of what
others want
others need
others claim
breathe
allow yourself to grieve
in order to be free
to be one
to be many
to be whole
to he here
now.
cross border firing
there is in the air an absence of memory
a forgetting of happenings
a face becoming hard to place
the contours shift
the smile is fading
all that remains is a phrase
‘it’s raining here too…’
bryan adams asks for forgiveness
in the background.
what’s there to forgive?
but to forget….
so much
a lifetime
two lifetimes
maybe more
Jung lives in the recesses of your dreams
where neither you nor your mother win
and the man you love is neither a vomitus
nor a projection of your father
forgive me if I seem irrelevant
somewhere in my wake and dream
I like myself as I am
a punctuation mark between the war
that tore my being into two countries
hating both
loving all
I breach the laws of borders
with the wind blowing hither and thither
pulsating between right and wrong
I make your morning bread
with due respect
and an apology not needed I
make my bed like I am the only one
who will sleep here tonight
not waiting for your approval
like a foreign office stamp
that will allow me to cross the border
to eat with my friends
the woman in you needs permission
from the wolves only
rapture of a higher psyche
a reversal of fortune
men dont exist
where women live
they breathe because you do
spaces
the moon is emblematic
unfailingly rising to your rapture
we plait generations when we do each others hair
semantics and simiotics of language
ours alone
moon cycle your love to a perfection
let it ameliorate your search
for yourself
vortex of emotions
lie at your feet
servant to your ebb and flow
know it
own it
make love to yourself
woman of essence
may 2019