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Fate of Heaven
Waking up to us
was always the worst,
wasn’t it?
Surely you felt the same
rolling over and seeing
my displeasure at a
brand new day, didn’t you?
Do you have any idea
how many poems
I’ve written about you
only to have to file them away,
snuffing-out their wicked truths
like so many birthed stars
that ate through their fair
share of hydrogen
long before Ra set
the table for you and me
to ignore our own nature?
Can you fathom how every kiss shared
will be compared to the caramel of your lips
nibbling mine in our candlelit shame
of being exactly who we are
exactly where we wanted to be,
exactly beneath the weight of
who we wanted pressed into our flesh
exactly the way we needed?
Do you also wish to shake
the morning gate of heaven
to its foundation for fating us
a taste of what could be,
only to allow our respective free will
to choose to loosen our firm midnight grip
on respective flesh before the black sky
blushed soft purple with promise of new day
separating me from you
as earth from firmament,
forming boundaries everywhere
instead of simply being
happily entangled in
undefined twilight?
On some level, I know
you were just as selfish,
just as grateful for those broad,
quiet charcoal strokes
shared in faint starlight,
silently sucking our
pigment from sundown,
but no matter our
moon-soaked efforts,
morning always comes,
doesn’t it?
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To write a poem to a loved one is the hardest thing.. but just maybe love is about facing the morning together — even if it’s rain.
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Agreed. And thank you.
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Nice last stanza about those moon-soaked efforts.
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Morning always come, and with it some choices. To be happily entangled in
undefined twilight, or to leave and cut loose the bonds. Happy weekend Barry.
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you make good sense of loving but never hoping on reciprocity of love, how love should be, aren’t we the richer because we have loved generously?
exactly where we wanted to be,
exactly beneath the weight of
who we wanted pressed into our flesh
exactly the way we needed?
I can’t get these lines out of my head, they are exquisite
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I agree with you completely about the richness of loving generously. Thank you for your insightful views.
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i am grateful to find people in the world who have this unselfish heart, the world is too full of hate and self absorbed wants, it makes me happy to read the lovely thoughts from you.
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And thank you for the compliment. I’m glad my words resonated with you. (I hit send too early, so I added a second comment.)
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yes I see the additional comment now, thank you for your sharing
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