Wednesday, February 19, 2014

2-18 Promises.

Promise me. I feel everything.
Looking into your eyes. Promise me.

when the wind knocks at my door,
I will answer,

Promise me,
you will hold

the door open for me,
cause sometimes I forget,
and I shut it behind me,
Promise me.
,
there he is, love, I've got
to go, he is, I know,
I'll be back, but Promise me,
you'll hold. I'll come back. I always do.
I promise. I have to go.
Love. You.

the wind and I, wrestle,
he wants me to stay,
but
I know, I cannot, stay,
inside where you live,
I am safe,

the wind and I, wrestle,
but from that comes,

incredible, light,
unfathomable darkness,
and everything, everything, everything,
everything,
the arm of the milky way can touch,
me, stretching,  reaching, out, millions of  lanterns,
stars hanging from trees, dripping ice, glowing
wingbeats, powerful, feathers white
silver, black, humming, cello strings,
swooning, caressing, hungry jealous moons,
pregnant, heavy, with desire, cranes in the fall,
calling, and you, as a lover, my lover, my love, love,
and me,
wind,

knocking at the door,
but it is locked,
the wind and I wrestle,
but it is locked,
the wind and I,

can see you through the keyhole,
making dinner- salmon with butter sauce, wilted spinach,
a glass of Cabernet, looking through the baking
book, will it be a crisp tonight?

knocking at the door,
I cannot crawl through the keyhole,
the wind howls too loud to hear my
shadow calling you, the wind and I wrestle,
slamming me to the ground,
I am angry,
and again,
you pour the wine,
pinning me to the door,
the wind crawls between my legs,
consuming
me, and again,
you pour the wine,

I was yours, am his, am yours, am his, he pushes me against the door,
holding my mouth from screaming,

the sky is beauty,
so incredibly full of beautiful deep cobalt light,
stars are upside down dew drops swirling as snow gathers
in my eyes, the sky is beauty,
where I watch you
through the keyhole,

pour another glass of wine,
take a bite of the salmon,
pour another glass of wine,

why did you lock the door?

Promises.

The wind and I.

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