a possible myth, a mystery

i make myself
stay awake
and wait
for you,
stretching out my limbs
one by one.
i allow myself
the exquisite pleasure
of bathing
inside the presence
of awareness
of you,
a mystery-
winding your way
towards the very core
of my being
ever so
slowly,
ever so
sweetly.




04/25/2018  AAW

Mercedes

my hand rushes

to catch a breath

feeling

the extra weight

as you begin

weaving yourself

into the sinew

of my chest.

4/23/2018  AAW

as one who wanders

as one
who quite often
finds yourself
wandering
you become
an unwilling expert

a hardened scholar
in the feelings
of goodbyes
and farewells

they don't
become routine
as you might expect
they become
more painful

you see
them coming
long before
anyone else

you feel them
everwhere

you feel them
in everything
that you touch and smell

a smile
a breakfast
the daily routine-
another goodbye
waiting to happen

everything
is potentially
the last

as one who wanders
you watch for it
the finality
stealthily approaching
from the shadows

your heart
slowly burning
your eyes
trembling, trembling

arrivals always forgotten
departures always imminent

you'll always be
wandering, wandering

whispering...







04/04/2018   AAW