"Easy," she said
careful with my reigns
fragile and thin
they are;
I am
a close call away
from broken
Tears could fill
the pond we're waiting in
close to our knees
and climbing
a slow and steady rise
to swallow our reverence
in a baptism
for the window I shattered
to reach this accumulated
pane of natural wisdom
She travels with others
she said "I sing to the wild."
Inside her voice box
she shakes her melody.
Inside her heart
she pulls the handle
to gamble
on a chance.
She is wanted
"I am in every need," she said
sipping on her tasteful reality.
Not so bitter, not too sweet
her climate
is a gathering of heat
and Africa is dancing in her name.
"I could swim across the Atlantic
and still drown in your tea cup."
She would,
Her lips are cracked & weathered,
for the storm bites the gentle purse
of her sweetest kiss
It craves the color of her cheeks
without the bliss of knowing
that the fire
in her face
is famished
from the almost and
supposed
indescribable faint
for what she
cannot imagine
to hold
only that she might,
"One day."
Carefully careless
she is the mother to a temple
most cannot enter
and she covers up her center.
Occasional dust
collects about her
****** Mary-
Her Jesus Christ
is high
a place
where grace could carry and
afford her capability
to measure
what she wants-
an old testament
a constant pulse
that dictates
her deepest pleasure
Subdued
By judgement-
On a bridge she is most cautious
and yet her marriage to the boards
is aflame and constant
A born lover will not question
the motive in her blood
relation is a
mutual interest
Her consequences
are rightfully under
the moment
she decides to harbor
what she would
be to only one
and not to three
There is the self
There is the other
There is the lover
THERE is
Everything she ever wanted
and the pain of
holding out a half scared hand
to partly understand
the grasp on what she longs to give
for why she gives to live
Yet for both
she tears the lining of her blouse
open wide, behold a hungry beating heart
be its distance at her side
for what she would do,
oh what she wouldn’t do,
to have it ALL
A slipknot and two wrists
A tug of war
and four fists
stretch her beauty thin
within her tangled birth
to friendship and to woman
A child to herself
a moment left to chance
guard the light
watch the weight
troubled appetite at stake
This is her way-
but do not bother
to remove her only power-
it is protected
a fortress and a tower she’s erected
With delicate strokes
she may let down her hair
but the windows height is one
most cannot bear
If one should see
that two and three
could call her name
that each could climb a braid
the very same
the pain that she endures-
as both now
pull her hair
this pain that she would separate
in two is that which
burns at any cost
for both of you
be gentle
her fragile state is naked
it is a state in which three butterflies
could break it
she is lost inside the maze
that’s been created
from the depths
of which the universe is weighted
This is the absolute
and beauty at its best.
It must be free to fly,
not caged in an arrest.
In all that isn’t
may you find enough that is
for you will never find
another one like this.
She is, the Evening Star.
written by Geino Äotsch
for Mishelle Dawn
2003
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
I am the shock of electricity
that burns in your soul
I am the weak and the strength
every part of the whole
In the matter that fluffs out
the ridge of your flesh
I am the pulse in the roof of
your mouths intermesh
Geino Äotsch
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
I want to rewind
counter clockwise
the behind
walking backwards
from whatever
took me from you.
Which forward steps
were wrong?
How many less
should I have taken?
Divided
somehow from
the pleasure
of three
absent
in me.
I want to rewind
counter clockwise
the behind
uncertainty
to which footprints
wasted time.
Oh destiny, how you plot...
Geino Äotsch
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
intricate patterns
modest levels
oh humble love
oh so humble
the offering is made
the small construction
of this castle
and I'm
drowning
in the mote
why must
the drawbridge
close?
always
I am better swimming
off into
cool nothingness
a little bee hermit
I am raising
my own hive
comb
by
comb
quietly away
wings flutter
unnoticed
my hope
Geino Äotsch
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC