i almost fell between a rock and a hard place,
it rained a hard rain yesterday
and hurt blossomed with echoes of thunder,
five o' clock this morning birdsong fills my ears
and the ground is saturated with unshed tears,
you are the shoulder on which I lay my grief,
you are arms and an arm's embrace
you are hands that tear open old scars,
and hands that expose a wounded heart
last night
we loved and made love
not needing introductions
to the mouth of need,
long into the dark jungle mist,
we danced like fools
and roared like beasts
tangled roots
falling
into
our place in the sun.
Comments
Anna
just let love making be love making, why the words.
a masterful write.
Eddie
The words came after Father's
The words came after Father's Day, in our family, always a difficult issue as absent fathers are so prevalent.
With Barry I can let the old wounds air and it's all ok because the love that heals is stronger than the hurts I carry.
~A
Anna
you and my lady Jonette are alike, funny?
but that's the answer, it all becomes easy with the right person. understanding and clarity in our words with our partners is everything
Eddie
Hmmm. I should have been
Hmmm. I should have been more calculating... paid strict attention to who I allowed to *father* my children. Isn't that funny? But then again, I love who they are and all the hurts them and mine,
are what made us, eh?
Thanks for the dialogue Eddie. Much love to you and yours.
~A
Anna
i love these conversation, i just feel that we are honest with ourselves. so even if we disagree there's a certain respect, and to me that mean everthing I hate bullshit, or people who try to be cleaver. I say just be clear, I understand. and if i don't i'll ask. easy enough.
Eddie