This one was easy...I would text Wa and tell her that I love her, will never be more than a thought away, and will be waiting for her...so don't be in a hurry, because I won't be, to take care of the animal family, and to tell her siblings and the grandbabies that I love them too, to call my Mother at least once a week, treasure things as I have, to make a post here and let the special wonderful people who have been a part of my life all of these years know, and to be a good girl. That's it.

White Pear Tea with the tiniest bit of honey
even my cup is pleased to serve it
crush a leaf of mint and allow it to float
I wander so
drifting in thought to so and so
Oh me!
no words from his mouth touched my ear recently
no words at all
thoughts touching my mind
but his? or mine, reaching, wishing
filling in that very large void
my own breast rises with the image
lungs filling for a long soft sigh
why oh why, one wonders, harbor a ghost?
the tiniest bit of honey on the tip of my finger
I licked it off easy
with the tip of my tongue
the sigh, long and slow, carried the thoughts away

shhhhh
That is what I whispered then...oh yes
little whispers up and down your neck
your fingers tangled in my hair
my lips moist from your kisses
o sighs touching your skin easy
I remember that morning
before everything changed and you were here
I feel your smile
Love is so absolutely internal...

Oh do not call me "Baby"
the name you have for all, like soap, car...Baby
Do not breathe on me with beer
and cigarette smoke
the stench of your sorrow, oh yes I know
I know and I know and I truly hate that I know
sometimes I want to point at you hard
and say "Shut Up!"
you must be unfaithful to her for the rest of your life
to justify her infidelity to you
It is not my fight
Ah but perhaps it is my liberation
ask me then, what I see when I close my eyes
and breathe deeply...many times
ask me
Then I will break your heart

shhhhh

Immortal I...
or...immortal, I?
I simply do not know for when I...
oh bother
forgive, please do, I am somewhat out of sorts
Sean
yes Sean
always Sean
he bangs about in my thoughts rather like a boar in the flower bed, at times
it passed so quickly, that time with him
before him
during...him
and I don't think of him all the time, no
just always
he lurks quiet sometimes, not making even a sound so small as a breath stolen quickly amongst
other sounds
all those sounds
voices, and wind, barking and whining,
the clock ticking
oh there is always that
Immortal I, at once and always alive and as big as Life, even if not quite as loud
I wonder sometimes if he really wants to come back
or if Rosetta just says that...

Oh the air was hot and didn't move
I would lay there and wonder if perhaps drowning in one's own sweat
were possible
it was just too too hot
sounds, like cats in garbage cans and light traffic,
came in through three open windows
they were side to side with a small bench built in, right in front of them
Each window seeming to begin, and rise up to the ceiling, from the seat
it had a cushion on it
I would lay there, in front of those open windows
listen to the traffic, and the cats
sometimes a dog would bark, but most all dogs were indoors at night
my dad kept his in pens in the basement
I sigh
oh I do
even as I remember waking up some mornings on that window seat
my long thick hair damp with sweat
Nature's light touching my eyes hard
right through my eyelids
I must wake then, of course
and did
Summer nights in Chicago were terribly hot
terribly hot indeed
because the air simply does not move...

Stupid boy
no language skills
and he laughed like a jackle
J has such poor taste in association, I do declare
he is a pretty boy though
That J
oh truly he is
his sire drinks coffee, looks old and tired
he's a sad man I think
oh yes I do
but sorrow is truly mathematics I would aver
with a roll of my eyes to boot
I feel a chill at the mere mention of the word
brrrr....

I flicked him on the arm
that jackle boy
he put a dirty plate on the counter
stupid and no indoor training
I do wish J would leave his pets outdoors
coffee is rich and divine on rainy days
in those pretty black and white diner cups
with their matching saucers from that little shop in....
oh you know

Ah and it is raining now...

I took your breath into My mouth
or took it back
you walked in out of the dark
a huge pain wrapped around you
now I weep as I process it out of Me
skip
skip
skip

you bumped Me
and then you did it again
you touched Me
and then you slid your hand up
just a little bit at a time real real slow
I held your ears, yes I did
I might have sqeezed them a little bit hard
and then did it again a few times or so

Was it good for you?

From Me to You...

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You breathe in easiness, a smile glittering in your eye
one finger tracing the shape of My fine leg ever ever so gently
you linger unecessarily, sir, oh yes oh oo you do
that same smile infecting itself into My eyes
moving with stealth...to My mouth
shhh

I am wondering if I love you...