I listen to the silence you leave me in and learn things.

I learn that I have been passive and submissive for a very long time. That sometimes I hang back when others blaze in with passion and conviction, and dither on the outskirts, tentative and uncertain.

Or when someone else would have exited, slamming the door behind her with emphatic drama, I linger, hoping things will get better, not able to see they are as bad as they are.

I become furious about old trespasses...in retrospect, still wondering, years later, just when and where the lines were crossed.

I worry that I bring out the ****** in men. Because I seem inevitably to do that for so many of them. A reflective surface for weaker resolves.

Old hurts float to the surface these days, leaving something else behind.

i.can't.stop.telling.you.things.
I.don't.want.to.stop.

I hurl the things that trickle through my mind, heaping them up on flea market tables for you to sort through.

Something catches your eye, you carefully work through the pile to unearth your find. Wipe some dust off it, turn it this way and that, until you set it down apart from the rest.

"This one suits Me. I'll take it."

in silence
a smile blooms
heart shoots skywards

magnesium bright
alterimage behind closed eyes
of how it would be
with you

intuitive
the shuddering breath
the uneasy familiarity and deja vu
the first time we meet
~~
unexpected
in silence
a smile blooms
heart shoots skywards

Swallow's yearning soars
Articulated in flight
Of sweeping French curves

Cast back two years ago
Unknit by careless inattention  
Raveled sleeve

his fingers on me
soft caress on thin petals
scent of *** rises
~~
curl in belly
explicit words invite touch
curl of toes
~~
touch of tongue at hip
strong tender plane of pelvis
gasp, grasp, ****** and arch