Let It Be Then
Yesterday brought not a storm,
But a suffocating stillness.
Everything stopped.
My throat grew dry.
My bones began to ache.
The silent but constant rhythm of my little world seized.
Everything stopped.
Then in exactly two more beats came my tears.
Torrents of heavy rain,
Glossing my cheeks,
Soaking my chest.
It was the first time I imagined life without you.
I pretended a plan. Wouldn’t be bad.
Freedom, quiet, peace.
Unchained from the waiting.
No more defending my honor
Against baseless suspicions.
No more loopy, infuriating roundabouts,
No more worrying about your teeth.
No more disrespect,
Where there should only be honor.
Peace. Quiet. Reflection.
Throw myself into my work.
Forget him.
Forget.
I am a one-woman power force and this,
Just silly, fleeting, impossibly maddening love.
Conquerable. Do-able.
But then….
For the first time,
I felt our hearts unlock and
Begin to unwind from
The delicate, lacy Intertwine
We so carefully spun together.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.
The air, thickened to soup, stifled me.
Every other creature on this Earth infuriated me.
And the tears! Oh the tears!
Where did they all originate?
How could there be so many?
And you. Silent. Cruel.
My mind could not wrap around this.
Not even for a second.
What about my favorite past times?
Watching you sleep and hearing you click and coo…
Running my ecstatic fingertips over your silkened,
warm skin,
Taking deep, heady, delightful sniffs,
Of your sunshine scent in.
Inviting you deep within my body
To release my every desire and longing,
Sending them clamoring loudly,
Back to their beginnings in angels’ gardens.
Where would I go to relax and take comfort?
For you are my home.
Where would I search out the excitement that is only you?
For you are my ultimate thrill.
How would I stand tall facing what I must?
For you are my tree, my bridge.
No. This simply will not do!
You! Persnickety lover of mine,
Stubborn, impossible, unreasonable,
Incorrigible, untamable you!
I must somehow not take another step.
I shall stop and sit on the path of my life.
I shall pout for weeks, months if I must,
Refusing to budge until you rejoin me.
For you are my life path.
You are my summer day.
You are my thunderstorm.
My double rainbow.
My quiet, blood-red sunset.
Now I know that such a ludicrous plan must never be realized.
For it is simply not truth.
It is nothing.
It is my undoing.
Unraveling.
My ending.
So you, fine lover,
Bring both feet back here please.
Replant them firmly, judiciously in our garden,
Where crazy, wild, unreasonable fruits
Grow jagged, ornery thorns,
But the birds hover high in the air
To catch the sweet, majestic swill of our lovemaking.
Where clouds part and separate,
Scooting far around our center,
Where stars show off,
Jitterbugging on a black velvet dance floor,
Where breezes skip hopscotch like child lunatics.
Where I go to taste the nectar,
Hear the laughter,
See the wonder,
Of all that life
Shall ever afford.
Our world.
Our sky.
Our garden.
Ours.
Us.
You and me.
Let no man part this sea.
For without you,
There is no more air to breathe,
No songs to sing,
No garden to grow,
No music by which to dance.
The magic is you.
Me
Us.
Ours.
Let it be then,
Forever.
Amen.
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