From Beth Ann Fennelly’s The Welcoming
“Distance was the house from which I welcomed you,”
…lacing the rosemary cream corset, humming underneath my breath
Church hymns, awaiting your arrival.
On the subway, I extended my jeweled hand to you
“Mein held,” and I welcomed you-
From that space between where delicate feet hit stomach sky and sea floor.
Feel the lush green grass
seperate your toes
cushioning your soles.
The scent of spring blossoming,
wafting around you
the sweet scent of
yellows, purples, oranges and pinks.
Invited by birdsong and butterflies,
get lost in paradise,
warm sun on your face
painting the dawn in hues
of blues and golds.
Sometimes I wish I could hear voices
Maybe then I wouldn't feel so lonely
My inability could be written off
I'd be a pathetic mess, as I am now
Only, then I'd have an excuse
I could live my life blissfully unaware
Of the outside world
All demands upon me would be erased
I'd die haunted and controlled
But happily submissive
Too lost, too dumb
To know anything better
Reside in me.
There is a void here.
There is no life here.
The doors are completely open.
But I don't remember keeping them open for you..
With your face covered in darkness
It is unforeseeable to look at my future
You stand tall with your sword
On your left side.
You are not welcome here.
I never said I desire death.
Though I do, inside my head.
It's nice to wake up next to you
A comfortable feeling
That I could get used to.
Rising whenever we please
Taking our time to get out of bed
A homey feeling, it puts me at ease.
Just as I am waking
I know you're next to me
And a smile is immediately forming.
I really could get used to this
Sleeping next to you
And receiving a good morning kiss.
I want it to last
But you cant stay in bed forever
I am hoping tonight comes fast.
So I can get close to you again
Hold you in my arms
And maybe the night wont end.