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Saturday, February 14, 2015

kiss on fourteenth

a few weeks before he’d seen
her running In the park where
others were also jogging in their
shorts or their tights

he’d glance at her oh so discreetly
for he’d not looked at another as
he had stayed true to his former
who’d left him for another

when he’d see her his heart would race
faster than his feet for he was taken by her
athletic contour of legs  and derrière
revealed by her two tone color tights
he had not yet seen her eyes
or that wondrous long pony tail brown hair

his motivation to run now came at a
specific time of day knowing she’d be also
running on the same pathway in the park
but when passing her he’d pretend
to look at his timer watch

day after day came then one week he hadn’t
seen her for a while and his heart lamented
yet he’d persist on running at the same time
day to day thinking maybe just maybe, again

he decided to train for his first marathon
to be held on the fourteenth of February
so he trained and he trained till that day came
and the starting gun went off early in the a.m.
as he ran along side of hundreds of others

he’s now made it midway and on the fourteenth
mile was a water stand so he’d veer toward to
grab a cup and before his eyes there she stood
to also quench her thirst with a cup water

without a thought he stopped next to her
tapped her on her shoulder, slowly turns around
and unabashedly he leans over and kisses her
and whisperes happy Valentine’s day

he then turns around and jogs away
thinking to himself.. that was the a nice
fourteenth mile watering station on the 
fourteenth of February of his first marathon 
not to be his last on Valentine’s day

 

 

 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

the dark of empty

where there's dark light resides.
one exists because of the other and
light is brightest when there is dark.
when there is light dark is near by
for this is the balance of 'being'

inside me resides the dark of an
empty cavern, there's a faint constant
sound like swirling wind in a tunnel or
like the sound of water running o’er a
wooden plank floor in an empty room

i can hear my heart’s sloshing beat
a 'tell tale heart' telling its story of 
where it's been, a hurt of many times,
by the waning or severing from love.
my eyes well with incessant tearings
falling, falling onto that wooden floor
every drop a sound of trickling pain
for when you walked away

my breathing now is hastened as
the chest strains in and out gasping,
going limp the body falls down to the
floor not wanting to lift the arms or
gather the legs underneath to stand for
this pain, it hurts so. is this, all, worth it ?

the heart beat slows, breath now shallow,
eyelids frozen open, cannot blink,
emptiness fills all space and now
that echo sound of wind rides through
the darken recesses of my mind.
my soul no longer claims this shell
where it had resided as it separates,
lifts off to float forever away

no one wants to hear a heart beat
when it aches or tear drops fall in pain.
this is how one feels when love falters
and fades away and the heart gets
scorned and it cries from day to day,
but i shall not fold like a flower
sleeping at the end of its season,
i shall leave a little room to start again