Relationships

My Other

Could I dream without seeing you here?
Think, without placing you near.
Live in ways that don’t think of your spirit
Stand in the wind, without hearing you in it.
Could I sing any song and not feel you inside?
I can open my heart, my soul, and my mind

My body laid bare for skin to collide –
No regret for the shape my lips cannot hide
I could fuck what’s on offer and not give a damn
Stand upright tall, proud bold as I am
Take off my pleasure in flesh with another
But my hearts always yours, my souls other.

IW

 

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Her Star-dust Smile

She felt, places time forgot were human,
looking from inside the magician’s hat
she saw with all in her heart;
moments in time to taste.
And in her heart, her silly heart
are grains of star-dust
looking for their birth star;
they find her and she finds them,
one little one at a time –
Gathering beneath her eyes,
twinkling dew falling
in fine lines across her cheek
brushed aside by her lips curve
knowing all is well, she’ll sing.        ~IW~

Oceans Four

Forgo, Not Forgotten

I ponder how people see others 
In their reflections peering back
vibrating in frenzied pools.
Perceptions of themselves not
forgot. Forgo forgotten shores,
hands of circles in circles spiralling 
compulsions of self as self defined?
Can they see themselves in the hubris
of humanity?

Understanding another comes
in stillness of self, knowing circles
and patterns definitions as perceived.
Hand in hand – around
and around.                                    ~IW~