The bed is only half empty,
it is not half full.
as i clutch the wrinkled bed sheets
beneath my tiny balled up fists.
Black mascara staining my tears
that run down cold cheeks,
cold from not having been touched by your lips
cold from waking up
only to find you gone.

In a room where Heaven kisses the Earth
I listen to a Saint speak of Compassion
A Rainbow arches gracefully in the distance
Visions of flowers before me
Hearts open up and allow Love in to their lives again.

Sitting in the sun alone
not feeling the same warmth
you give me when you wrap
me up in your arms. Should
i blame the universe today for
not making me see you on this
lonely sad Saturday. If the people heard me would they call me
insane ? The winds ruffle through
my hair but i shut my eyes and imagine you there. Imagine your fingers running through the silky strings of it telling me how smooth
it feels on your hands. As i watch
you sniff it the way you sniff the perfume from my skin. Sitting in
the sun is not as fun as when your around. Swinging our feet from
the hazel nut brown bench. Drowning in giggles and words of love.
Blushing the way flowers do when they look at you. Oh darling if only you knew how i miss you on this
sad blue Saturday* ~

The artist
Because before she is she
She is light
Not some romantic heroine
But more like ******
Dangerous
And addictive
Powerful
She is not a body
Not just flesh
Made to feel
Or fulfill male desire
She is fury and compassion
She is furious in her passions
Not clad in shallow fashion
Not mine to define
But one who shines
Throughout space and time
Part and whole
Of the human divine
A flickering candle
Dangling in the darkness
Trying to help me and you
See through to
What we need to do

Hell while I am at it
Not to be to dramatic
But for every her him
He who was a she
Or She who was a he
For you, us, or them
This is just one mad respect
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