Friday, March 9, 2012

Choco-love Confessions

I just remembered there are love poems in the world!
Poems on bliss and the overflow of sunshine in a lover's palms.
No more poems of angst and tragedy
where I am in competition over who had a harder life.

I am in love with the grass my soulmate stands on
I breathe his air like chocolate in my lungs
You can be jealous and judge me for wanting to hold his children inside my soul
but- you can never take away what we have grown to be-
he completes me.

I love my soulmate with the fire of a thousand winters
and the waters of every wave in the sea.
He is my last love-
my true only

Young couples will ache for us side-by-side in the park at eighty
and they will write manuscripts of our love when we're gone.
I will never love another with the fierce absolute volcano I am for him
and somewhere I think you're afraid you'll never know how that feels.

How can you be a poet and find yourself so cynical?
How can you grow up from the romance of true love?!

I am a fairy tale girl.
I am a one mate for a thousand lifetimes lover and I believe deep down you are too!
Do not forsake the love that waits to find you!
Do not give up so easily there is always enough time!

My lover is the substance on which I survive
My lover is the half of my heart I never knew I was missing until he filled it
He is every flower in my spring, every rain drop on my roof
and ever tear I shed at sappy moments now because my heart is so wide open.

He is the lines around my eyes
and the hand upon my back holding me close to his beautifully beating heart.
I would not trade the expanse of the world for one second I get to spend in his smile.
I would not exchange one night by his side for a million years of adventure alone unless;
it was to give me another day with him.

So, judge me.
Tell me I've sold my spirit and given my dreams away but
don't we all trade dreams for new ones we discover?
Allow yourself to keep dreaming too!

I know there's a soulmate out there for you!
Don't scoff when I say you'll be married.
Don't close your heart to the idea of true love- it's biological!
You can't escape the thing that coils our existence together
from the very beginning of time-

Do not give up on love!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A Postcard to Washington

What a beautiful look
from the window today
the depths of my own
Puget Sound

Lit and refracting a
frost-linen sun
a patchwork of valley
and bounds

A madman went wild
with rivers and streams
quick fingers
caressing the stone

a-growing in fury
with heightened suspense
the mountains that make this
my home

You're gorgeous Rainier
dressed in snow to your base
breathtaking
with sisters in tail

your face beams across
the excited foot fear
dance wild
in praise of your years

Oh Washington wild I am yours
you are mine
May I never forsake
what I know

That your trees are all ancient
the home of our souls
and your valleys forever
I'll roam

Firefly

To my dearest of firefly eyes
you taught me to pee out of doors
my firefly, my fly

With the face of fawn
Mrs. Pan sweet and sullen
my firefly, my fly

You fled to California
firefly, to dance on the faces of stars
to shine as the birth of a light in the the sky
to burn down the mouth of L.A.'s grind
oh firefly, my firefly, my fly

You screamed in emerald of sand and of sun
You showed me how gypsies behave
my firefly, fly, how I miss you my fly

to live under star spangled violet
lining the roof of your VW mansion
my firefly, fly

My firefly
My firefly
My fly