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A Woman in LoveA Woman in Love

Stems in the Spring

Like a (flower) in spring,I released all my wishes into the world at the very first softbreath of a young man.I watched them fly,Take wing to the sky, Joyful for a moment before they crashed to the ground-Unable to take root in a world without me to support them.They died.

Now I lay in a pile of other flowers like me. Others whose wishes had been gently taken, Freely given, In innocence and joy, Whose souls had been blown by the sweet caress of a youngman’s breath. And who now lie just as forgotten.Discarded.All of our wishes flown.All our pieces scattered into the wind-Leaving only stems in the spring.

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The Truth about Love

Love is like matter- or energy. It is never lost.Only transferred. Or transformed.And so, My love for you will never die,Never dissipate, Or disappear without a trace.My love for you will always exist,In existential experiences,Or the eyes of our child. You will always be my love, And that is the truth.

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Steps Taken

Can steps, once taken, be untaken?Or a lesson unlearned, Words unspoken?Like a gift given, And then returned or repossessed?Like sights seen and forgotten?A dream dissipated, Scattered at the first touch of morning light?Can what has been done, ever be undone?

If we were lovers -and I do love you-

And all the THINGSThat have passed between us

Are steps on a road to the places here we should be -together or apart-Are they steps we would still choose given the chance to erase them?

Or have steps given new birth?Made a new person of you

-or me-Do those steps form a staircase,Forever reaching upward, Growing and shaping, Leading us to new levels of understanding?Making the step back impossible-Undesirable, even?

Crippled

I cannot move, I cannot breathe.I am frozen here in this moment- where he rants and raves. This moment before. And in these seconds, I am powerless to stop it. Powerless to stop the flow of my words, pushing him closer to a conclusion HE never should have come to. Powerless to stop his reaction to my reaction to his reaction to my action -warranted or not-I am crippled with fear.My life, So intricately tied bound -almost encaged- in a fear I cannot control.That used to be love, but now only haunts me, in the back of my mind, the crack of my jaw,. In painful caress...And yet, I cannot move. I cannot breathe.I am frozen in this moment, and crippled with fear.

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Morning Blues

When the Morning Blues grab me I cannot bring myself to move from the warm circle of your arms.The outside world is too cold. And the world is blue, With the loss of you.How I want to hold on to that brief moment Between sleep and walking Where your smell surrounds me And the hard press of your body cradles me in a rainbow Bright and comforting. Before everything bleeds to blue.

The gentle sound of your breathing Even and calm Relaxing me So that I find peace Like variations of color Expansive and eternalBefore the reds and yellows fade -leaving only that other color- Somber and oppressive Pushing me out of love And into the obligation of morning.

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