Good Morning Honey… Hi…
I was wonderin’…
If you only knew that I’ve been dedicatedly,
interlaced,
within the place, that should’ve
sacredly held me star-struck & captive,
all of my soul’s lovin’ days
and if….if you knew,
that the…the standard vows that have
me crossed over & under,
imperfectly woven together,
like some genuine leather & a
bit of pleather,
threads snip-slipping at seams
here & there,
held together by the care of one lover’s value of it…..
holding tight, not by the
momentum of a love crafters skills,
as ours….
….was wondering if you knew the…the…that…
your best wishes greet the stains
of my tears,
from the unanswered dull pain,
that remains,
another fractured piece my soul
holds,
where the Sun’s rain should
permeate drizzlin’ kisses
trying…
weary…
I’ve tried not to…to be, but have
grown….
& cold,
icicles mold, forming barriers,
sealing the cracks of my heart,
protecting the trap of another lovers
game
reminiscing of a underwater divers’
heart…
lovemotions of taking a giant
dip into warm, chocolate soul waves,
of the warmth of your welcoming embrace,
the place where blue-birds’
breasts clap,
butterflies in formation…
as they create cupid’s arrow and
shoot through …
to the whispering fairies….
as they tell their tales,
of two strange lovers rewriting
love,
watching where tears fall, in
adoration
from the painful delight in the reverence
of the reciprocation
of love,
as cupids butterfly arrow charges
anew…
creating ancient, earthly colored
patterns,
woven by the 1st Adam,
drippin’s flow, from the
introduction of new,
watery eyes, a shivering heart,
heating as we greet…welcoming
arms…
body embracements….friendly thighs….
trembling souls….and a welcoming
know-ing
when dreams were meant to be dreamed…
& with expectations, that they
could one day be,
of the respect, touches, &
desires….
in all ways…. for always
thinking back….
as I always want to be a person
of my word,
here…feeling trapped in a web of “til
death do us part”
a one sided web-vow, wondering…. “Who
wrote this shit?
Is it legit? or is it that some
choose to just rewrite the script?”
they’ve trapped my heart…
daily awakening with an inner
delight,
to search, for the light to my
way…
I look up….
for the smile to each of my days…
it’s like…
“reaching up to grab sunflower
seeds with a belly full of giggles”
& delighting in how you
tickle me silly…..
& then I’m like really?
if it’s the art of poetry….
the melody of song….that carries
me along…
that lifts my day…..
…while I live the choices that I’ve made…..
Today I smiled.
I was wonderin’ if you knew.
© 9/25/12 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie
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