Mesmerized by Emeralds
I suppose there’s much more to say
much more
infliction
confliction
just one thing left
remember me when you go to Argentina
estoy contento contigo
yes there were horses
polo, you told me it was structured, polo
I picture you there on the field
having a café of some sort
your boyfriend was Turkish
he loved you in the moment
never for next year or the year after
you were an only child
your father old
an old sperm that hit an egg twenty years junior
and then you were kind to me
allowing me to believe in who I was
even if it was just for a drip moment
a place where I had no idea of
as they said ‘a sheltered life’
aren’t we all from there though?
Sheltered until the shell comes apart
And then hibiscus leaves
Opened and you breathed oxygen into my name
You said it was real
It was who I was
In this molecule time
congratulations
it is what you name it
Honestly
that’s where I stood
Hemingway typed against my shoulders
making his words heavy
wet socks licking my Achilles tendon
Smelling like cooked beef and chicken
On wooden skewers
not the kind you might find with splinters at someone’s house for dinner
while you stand there in a pool of small talk wondering if the pineapple has any wood in it
Is it safe? Can I eat this? Will it cut my esophagus as it goes down my windpipe?
Will someone see me trying to casually spit it out and fit it into my cocktail napkin strategically curled in between my index and thumb
My hand hurts
It is so tense
I want to relax
uncooth educated feminist wench
I still can’t believe Hillary didn’t win
Hello, can someone come clean this up
I’ve got to get to Chicago in an hour
No I am not meeting
an arrogant man
who chops with one hand
I’ll sprinkle some brown sugar on you
Sweety
just in case you can’t wait for cheat day
No I am not Christian
And yes
I do believe in your religion
your true religion
What makes us love or like someone vs. someone else? How do we know when we
have reached the unconditional level of pure bliss in life? Why do we like or
love some people and not others? Is it their sense of humor, the way they look,
smell or maybe it’s just the way we feel when we walk away from them. Do we see
peace, inner peace, wrapped in presence that says all is well, a flow of letting
go. Today is here and tomorrow is not for now, demain n’est pas pour le moment,
c’est tout.
The heart beats knowing what it wants before it tells us. We have the choice to surrender to this delicate song sung along sunsets, rain, new moons, winds and the strongest desire of just being loved which lives in us all.