I stuck my chest out
While bearing my bright feathers
And you never judged
I went boldly.
Never stopping to measure
Nor consider the possibility of
An undesired outcome.
I went alone.
I traveled as bright and
Singular as Polaris on
A silky, dark night, possessing
The resolve of that Concrete Rose.
Each stepped burned as hot as
The noonday sun,
But onward I went.
Time lumbered by thickly,
Never considering me as it
Rolled as slow as tree sap;
It passed just as it does
And pass, did I.
I acquiesced.
I surrendered what was best
For better-
Or so I hoped.
I loved you before anyone else.
Or anything.
Before the force of creation
Deemed you necessary, our
Initials were carved into a tree.
Before the first glimmer of
Glory, I held the echoes of
Your laugh in my bosom.
Before you were a suckling babe,
Who bound into the world
With a throaty arrival like
The Horns of Jericho
I loved you.
The cathexis began…
It began at the most exciting of
Moments.
It began as an insistent skosh of
A twinkle, hastening through an
Intense, dark void.
It danced with a purpose.
It danced with a white hot and
Passionate fury right up to the
Edge of nothingness, and when it
Got there, a smooth, blue sky
Smiled. A maze of traffic meandered
Out of sight while the masses
Floated aimlessly about
And still, I do.
A bright and brilliant red door
gave me passage. The archtop style
suited the bronze orbit knob. The floor
shined like a smooth satin moon while
Prince Rogers Nelson’s tune “Adore”
accompanied her wide, toothy smile.
Her crossed legs and style
held a secret. She blessed the floor
with a soft, quiet stride while
Prince sang. If I didn’t adore
her before, I did now with a smile
that followed her through the door.
My feet grew roots in the floor
with each step. Struck deaf while
she read aloud, I managed to adore
James and Audre. She grew a smile
and strode towards the door
in her proud and proven style.
Her flower blooms once in a while
for our pleasure. We’re to adore
it’s random, exotic beauty and smile.
To ignore it is to batten a door
and suffer in a grand style,
writhing sickly on the floor;
Knowing this all to well, I’ll adore
each bit. I’ll warm myself at her smile
by that bright, brilliant red door
daily. I’ll borrow Job’s style
and root myself to the floor
for the longest, most patient while.
So, be sure to grow a smile
in case she darkens your door
with her sure and certain style.
Glide across the floor
to indulge in her dance for a while
in case it’s your last to adore.
So, smile warmly by the door
with style suited for the floor.
She’ll surely adore you for a while.
You didn’t hear it from me
But I bring greetings from the
Smallest of birds flying hurriedly.
She sought a suitable enough perch
To share with me, her latest research
So I indulged.
The bulk of her wordy bulge
Was bland and full of greys
Until a particular word, preceded
By vibrant action verbs
Snatched me out of a haze.
The little birdy chirped on for days
About the ways in which I sat stoic
While my eyes communicated through
A steely gaze that resembled
The Thinker’s daze.
She laughed at salt she brought back
From Utah’s Salt Flats to be
Given as a gift.
I scoffed at the reason she left
The undesired season between
Sips of a drink that was stiff.
Where it sat announced its intent
To not only the recipient but
To every soul that came and went.
It was seen as a vandal’s ploy
Placed by a star crossed lover
As this specific display
Couldn’t be dreamed of by any other
But alas !!
It’s intended target silently cursed
Mumbled and grunted as she swept
The mounds of salt into
Saturday mornings grass.