Cleaving and Magical Naps

For those of you who have been married any length of time, you know it's not always easy, but tenacity often pays off in a myriad of ways. Not always, but often. 

Chris and I married right out of high school, like most kids that age in love, unable to tear ourselves apart from each other, our emotions ran high and we thought only of the other almost all of the time. 

But, the union of two people with a creative bent and a stubborn streak doesn't exactly make for wedded bliss. Yet for all those times when we have been to the depths of despair with each other or because of each other, there are just as many, if not more times we hit the heights of glory.

We've had a volatile and passionate romance, that often threatened to destroy us. 

Passion, Expectations, Disappointment, Harm, Forgiveness, Love. Passion, Expectations, Disappointment, Harm, Forgiveness, Love. Passion, Expectations, Disappointment, Harm, Forgiveness, Love.
  
Each time growing deeper and more real.Sometimes, not always, the person who has hurt you the most can learn to be the best wound licker.

I will not deny the strange sort of apron string that is involved in the miracle of us. The recognition of a spirit, not our broken and marred souls desperate to fill the cracks, but a spirit, ancient, and whole, and deep, creating, threading and weaving all the while setting us free. . .

Here is one poem and one set of lyrics where Chris, my husband, is the YOU in the poem.

Cleaving

I knew

when suddenly,

I felt

I  had missed something:

The way your eyes opened so big and closed so soft

          before you fell asleep in someone’s arms

The nuzzle of my skin 

          in your warm baby neck

 The indescribable urge

          to kiss your pudgy toddler hands

The light hitting your linen-lined face

          alerting you to Saturday morning cartoons.

The knowledge of every scar on your body

 The lean of your arm on the bus ride home

after marching at half time─

Consuming.

As we spoke,

I was instantly jealous that I could not be your first date,

But I daydreamed about it anyway

I wish I could have known you always

Instead, my life tumbled into yours,

And we fumbled into this love.

Innocently, our flesh called out,

Wickedly we replied.

But it has been new, and new, and new again.

I could never deny that you belonged to me-

Never.

            You─ born of your mother’s womb,

recovered with my own.

Synapse

Magical naps snap you in t(w)o

A room with a view of who you are

Questions roll around in your head lying in our bed

When you’re whispered into being

Once a blind mess, now seeing

The truth in the trees--

so you don’t have to guess

      The answer to you is me.

Holding unsteady electricity, connectivity

Readies you to enter me

And you do 

with complicated simplicity

And the sky lights blue like incandescent trees, 

growing roots up and out, gushing fruit.

Supernatural, no doubt.

You lie deep in the lines of your smile

I steep in the crease of your brow

Your veins pull in the scent of my skin

Always (k)new the taste of you

Makes a map for me to sink into a room with a view

of who I am

Get set, don’t forget

      The answer to me is you.

Holding unsteady electricity, connectivity

Readies you to enter me

And you do 

with complicated simplicity

And the sky lights blue like incandescent trees, 

growing roots up and out, gushing fruit.

Supernatural, no doubt.