Realm
Over and over I hear words bubbling up in my head
I dunno what they mean, they say
I love you
Within the Realm
Of All Things Possible
I keep wondering what they mean
I am grateful I am witing again, that is the one gift from you to me
Which I will keep with gratitude
Yet, There it is, There it comes, yes,
Ok!
I thought it might be a poem I’d write
Or a song I’d hear
Or a man I’d meet
That would catapult me
To finished land
Where i yearn to be
I yearn to be done
One way or the other
I’d prefer kisses & music & warmth & bodies & eyes & tangles & falling in love, deeply in love with him most admired of all beings, who wouldn't prefer that?
But it’s the neither I grow too weary of
Just as one drop of blood might transform a battered wife into an escapee who finds a fox family and a young motorcycle rider and love, just like that
...so can one tilt of your head on her shoulder
And I’m done
Like a click
A latch unlocked
A gate opened outward
A window clicking into open
A cage whose bars melted with the heat of unheard fire
Seems you are less considerate that I at first thought
Perhaps rude or unaware
Perhaps conniving or thickheaded
Perhaps dishonorable or defensive
Perhaps I picked you so I could be alone, perhaps I knew you wouldn’t
knew I couldn’t, count on you
Within the realm of All Things Possible
You are not in the Realm of anything possible
Therefore,
Love is without the realm
Perhaps you should not have done me quite like that
Looks downright cruel
If it’s not,
If you’ve tales to tell me,
Please
Silence, mystery are not the high road
It’s the only road in the play
Tis Pity She’s a Whore
If that’s what you’re playing
Only I’m not
I’m blameless
My steps are secure, my head held high, my heart pure, my name clear
All is wiped clean, cold sweeps through and I am numb, I fear
I accept you have moved on, we had a fleeting chance, you choose youth, I see the allure
I just liked you, unkind sir
I only just admired you and called
Softly
You might sing again, outloud in my heart, no one will know, but I will, those images are mine, that you sang a soft answer and then skipped off the other way, without our say, leaving me silence only
So, with a quiet sigh,
Finally
So have i