once
the scent of amber
rose petals sprinkled on your chest
and beyond
heartsong offered
with daily gifts of poetry
or love stirred into two cups
with one spoon
once you sang to me
and i quivered
once
Today: periwinkle flowers painted with rain drops dance-walking for a mile with my bright pink umbrella signs of spring bursting from the cold earth deep holding and sweet play with my girl on the bus sweet compliments and loving support from dear friends Persian trance music seeing and writing with new eyes dancing and more…
an old woman in a scarf rocks a baby back and forth in the sunlight a man works a crossword sneaking glances at the pretty baristas Dolly serenades us with her trilling vibrato the steel guitar adding a pinch of melancholy your morning kisses linger on my lips like the scent of flowers everything feels…
The hardest thing about ending a relationship (or two)(or three…) is finding a place for that person in your life and dealing with their conflict about where to put you in theirs. I have much love in my heart for people. It doesn’t just go away because a relationship has been reconfigured into something else….