self-efficacy
I remember
being cold,
hungry as only a
child can be with
no conception of
what more was. I
to ask, only felt
its lacking. Of
nourishment I
was in need. In
my second life I
learned to ask,
but never received; it
ended in divorce.
Now in my third I
give freely to me
and the ache of
need passes quickly.
in search of...
Heart sore heavy
I sip tea, nibble
on biscuits drenched
in butter dribbling
down my chin caught
by nimble
tongue. Ah yes my
tongue the power
of deaf deftness.
And I slept deep after
crying myself to sleep
in the wee hours of
early morn.
Alone, disheartened
in need of you whether
ambiguously or specifically;
the social masses too hard
on my truth, justice.
Welcome, big brother to
no longer free. Welcome,
little girl to a brave
new world you never
knew shadowed in your
world of inept reason
of devout convictions.
I called you did not
answer. Sadly I turn
away bright eyes still
not comprehending
in search of
shit if I know.
to my gentlemen
spring is in the air...you men are frisky in your words and incredulation of your women. but there are others of us who read you...
Twist your words
all to me whispered
without breathe
as the ambiguous
embodiment of woman.
I am she of which
you speak gently
as I devour you,
your words in flush
cheeks, raised
heart beat. I blush
for you softly as
you stroke ego,
Id all the while
demurred in want
of my own man's
immortalization.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
spring anniversaries
There were five deep
purple iris on his casket darkly
blue. One for each lover sat
behind me in the pew. Vibrant
men that embraced
my grief like a sister softly,
bearing with me the next days
burden now rarely I recall.
