Remember
remember the Poet,
loosed lipped and easy at the hip
her taste buds are still forming
her mind still wondering if the goose bump will drench your skin
the skin you love.
Her give
your
tug.
Remember the timing of what was right
right before the fight came storming.
the stars missing the gaze of
your eyes watching out as they passed her by.
Remember the HEY that the horse ate
and the tan lines of laugh lines
now torn tears from good bye.
hold tight and ache why, ask why, be why
Remember why not…
Remember the wander of the wonder
how words came about from ink of swivel
now the flick of the tip just the tip tip tip
of hand
that caries meanings she herself
would never dare to dream of knowing she dreamed of.
Remember that day when the sun lifted the spirit
and your dress while you danced.
the poet birthing
herself
and dancing
to the gods created before the gods,
created after, and the ones no longer needed…
oh how I missed your heart words.
“that caries meanings she herself
would never dare to dream of knowing she dreamed of”
this is why I know you.
During my first PTSD episode (the one were I thought I killed those men and wrote you; the first one..ha!) I left a message for a sangha sister that was very embarrassing after the fact. SO when I saw her at the last winter dathun I naturally ad to sit with her and talk about it. Her thoughts were that it was not inappropriate in the sense that we (myself, her and a few others) were all gathered in past lives doing the same work, living the same purpose. So it wasn’t an infatuation that I was expressing but rather simply “remembering” our intimacy form the past. And in that moment, I knew it was true. And I’m not one for lofty ideas…but I felt it somatically. And this is what I mean by ” tis is why I know you.” I’ve always felt like we were torn from the same skin; like Annie and the Shaws (Jhyp and Djinn). Good to feel you again friend
Remember the wander of the wonder
how words came about from ink of swivel
now the flick of the tip just the tip tip tip
of hand
that caries meanings she herself
would never dare to dream of knowing she dreamed of.”
I feel like I’ve never read this before( bad memory ) I can’t remember the password/sig in to my other wordpress so tis is where I’m at again, I guess 🙂 ha! I really hope you are doing well. And, of course, I miss you.
The above passage I quoted is fucking AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are a crazy beautiful poet