Saturday, December 27, 2008

Birds.&.the.Bees.

Each time we become
Dissatisfied with our slow passage
Into a
Lifelong intimacy,
Our desperate grasping leaves us
More discontent.

Stumbling into moments to
Devour one another’s sweetness,
Only to grow increasingly
Hungry and malnourished.
We starve ourselves.

It is then:
A door is opened
That leads outside to
Greener Pastures…
…but we are so caught up in
Our indulgence of this paradise
That we don’t stop to think:
“How will we maintain the land…with no tools?”
So
We linger momentarily,
Stare at our own immature, bare members,
And then sigh; heading back towards
Our original dwelling...
…praying, on the way,
That one of us remembered
To keep the door unlocked.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

wow.

this is really good. like, really good.

i dub this your "comeback piece".

and don't ask why. you probably know why, but i have my reasons.

love it, ma.

Traveler said...

This one reminds me of me and my first love, very good you are, if i were yoda.