mariekimble

OK...so I'm still withdrawing from the love junkie thing...what can I say I'm doing it without another soft body to nurture it away! Came up with this in lieu of all that.

Thoughts my dear ones?


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Genuflect in the days of bitter ham

I thought
in time
I would pass through whatever in this was
Now
I think
at Fountain and Wilcox
of the times during the journey and what pushed me through.

Now in the middle
I'm finding myself somewhat satisfied by the actions and reactions of our brief time
together

I'm happy
Happy to have been in it.
Happy to have shared it
Happy to have been there

Yep...I was there.
Explain how a dark-heart could grow under any other circumstances?
The well-trodden path
worn and unmanicured
wait...wasnt that Frost?
It was worn and worse for wear...
My heart.
and then I took the other path
walking and waking in different hours

This so-called bitter ham found herself
waking up at 5:30am to fix eggs
scrambled eggs
and tucking them into tupperware
I actually did this.
While if it were the usual order this bitter heart
would have slept in, tore under the covers and waited for the befundlement of locks on doors and then the loving silence that comes
so that she could sink into her own comfortable fortress of solitude.

I made those eggs with too much salt you said
yet I know you ate them
because I made them
and I know you also ate the leftovers from the pasta surprise I cooked for you
also in tupperware
I placed them

In the days of bitter ham
I would've never
driven over the hill and tended an ailing man-child
calling me to let me know of his exhaustion
and just wanting
a little affection
no wait...a lot of affection
on a Wednesday afternoon
5 miles away
yet...
I went
and loved it.

It wasnt necessarily all for you
but for me to see if all that was once was
was still there.
This...I'm thinking of today.
The short-lived smiles
negotiations for time
space
&
toilet-paper
The things that require intense
conversations
Yet...we didn't flinch.
We sat
listened
bartered
for a fair deal and laughed our way through the looking glass
intertwining our fingers
as we shook on a job well done.

I did this.

I'm thinking of this now, because I know it is coming to a close
my attachment that was once you
your eyes
your hairy back
your insecurities
the long-drawn out
probabilities and statistics of a May-December are now all non-negotiable.

I'm wishing you all the best that a coffee table and some syrup can provide
Maybe you are in it too
perhaps not...
but I embrace the time,
energy, breathe, sweat and tastes that
are involved when you are in love.

Love.
Love.
Love.

Close your eyes, click your heels and make a wish!