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my dear john letter to Spring

Dear Spring,
Sorry, but I have to break up with you. I can’t stand your fickleness. Every time I let myself be seduced by your warmth, and I think it’s okay to open my heart and come out and play and bask in your warm spring snowregard, you turn a cold shoulder – frosty, even. And that frostiness kills. I can’t stand to have my heart broken by you again. I can’t allow myself to be seduced by your promises. I just can’t take that risk; it’s too painful. Besides, I’ve met someone else called Summer. And he promises me warmth. There is nothing frosty about him. I wish you the best, Spring, but we are done.
Best regards,
Grace

crazy for you

“I’m bare-boned and crazy for you”
~Dave Matthews Band, Crazy for You

“Look for God like a man with his hair on fire looks for water.”
~Out of Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

we were wild once
I promise not to let them tame me
please don’t let them tame you

the Answer: I am not tameable.


I’m bare-boned and crazy
for you
I’m wild-hearted and opened
for you

I’m hunkered into
the wait
can’t tolerate other
where are you?!

I’m wet-cheeked and longing
for you
I’m goose-bumped and searching
for youlove warrior

I’m my hair in your face, breathing your breath, whispering into your throat, merging into your skin,  intertwined with your eyes, pinned by your kiss, drunk on your smile, wild for your laugh, stunned by the depth, breathless with the height, stripped of my self, dead to the flesh, red hot and holy,

for you

the process of falling in love

Using Every Day Poems FB prompt again today, where the task is to write a poem about the process of falling in love.

I can feel
the pull of all those lives
we’ve struggled
together
trying and failing

learning

every time I look
into your eyes
I see us somewhere
in Mexico
browner, shorter
still my same lover
in a different human suit

time twists
in and slows down
every time our eyes
meet and I want to look
away b/c it is
too much
too deep
too shocking
too much

I keep wondering if you
feel the same
thing every time

afraid to ask you
what if I’ve somehow
manufactured
this out of the thinnest
of air?

I’m afraid to touch
you too
wonder if when we finally
do
if there will be a literal
arching spark
before and between

my skin aches
longs
to connect
with yours
to complete the circuit

and still I wait
not sure
questioning
longing