The passion of my
person
Consumes me at times
I must remind myself to
breathe
Alternately I fill my
mind with input
And let it wander
lazily with my soul
Heart body and mind
never tire even in sleep
Must I affirm myself in
one’s love
My spirit yearns for one
to accompany and adore me
An ache that
accompanies the deep thrill
Of this being alone
with the world before me
The greatest obstacle
is self control
And guilt for
disobedience to my own intuitions
Yet there before me is
the life I can create
Surviving on the
moments in between and passionate decisions
I see the substance of
who I am in the
Laughter of my ailing,
vacant mother
And the serious blue of
my daddy’s tired eyes
In the energy of the
desert that calls and soothes me
Her soft canyon dirt,
and paloe verde branches
At night I am still the
most alive
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