Lover, Be Beside Me and Not Dreaming
Walking From Blythe doll 5, 1999 ball jointed dolls December 3, 2008
Lover, be beside me McFarlane action figures not dreaming,
Letting go of tempests sworn to pledge
Beginning for a trident's habit,
Withering memories,
seed-light and dark green Autumn brown,
Orange light,
chests filled with grip, pollen,
emptied fragrances and evidence of
vacancies well petitioned to remain
a space for Space to inhabit,
filled with blankets of sense,
sensation and emotions streaming
throughout, in an ivy design,
invisible and rooted
from Crisis on Infinite Earths clearest of corners,
the brightest subtleties that a
dawning presence may
equip the moment with.
***
I hold you tonight,
frightened,
wide eyed and hurt-feelings,
belonging to the four-year-old
inside your ancient Experiencer
(and mine: as however it was
and is relative to the resonance
I have with you to write this out)
and I rattle a tobacco fan all over it,
I caress it with an empathy that's
closer to holy communion,
than understanding,
who so often either brings some
atmosphere of judgment, expectation,
detour sign or warning (or) personal projection...
The tobacco fan is not to create
an entrance or exit-wound,
Tonight, it is only to G I Joe All Hurt,
to the caress of this kind of heart-living,
to the message of Continuance
and Understanding,
of Change
and not making more of our selves
by making the same mistakes so
many times that they're considered
Useful Confessions.
I sit, and here, all of us Are and Are again
before I sat... There are no hints at
Eventually(s) tonight,
Just simple healing-diving,
not for pearls,
not for sunken treasure,
or to carve my initials on anything
resembling immortality...
Tonight is Love,
so much,
that the word 'only' isn't
even expected to show up.
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