Tuesday, July 20, 2010

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.





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