#tenderly
~for Lori Jones McCaffery who wrote me of:
“Her hands lay gently joined”
“So tenderly put”
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So sweet and tenderly put this trilateral phrase, a complement,
So sweet and tenderly put this lovely, geometrical compliment,
thus birthing this missive that was delivered in a mere 9 minutes,
a simple re-tribute to a poem scraped from eyelids, leaked from
my heart
of what
I Witnessed,
of what
I Emoted
as my woman,
rustled besides me in the early morning sheets,
stirring my heart, as she astirring slowly awake.
love this title Lori has gifted me, for so few and far
are the in-betweens of the people, places and things,
that are so tenderly inserted in this banged up humdrum,
football game of daily living, pierced by primary moments,
even secondary seconds, of heart~glows that pierce the noise,
even-in-silence put a suffusion of the chest, kissing of the brain,
colored kernels that dare not go unnoticed, this eloquent, perfect,
thank you is a whispering tremolo note that
wakes me up again, with scents of gratitude, for those
who take care, those who give care, who value tenderness
in soft spoken gestures, brash and bold, smartly wisdomed,
so to honor her, to honor this moment of grateful inspiration,
I insert the exact moment these senses imploded in my chest,
ordering me to give thanks, take care, validate the valuation of words,
so tenderly put
2:10pm Mon Jan 30 2023
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 2:27 PM UTC
People seemingly vanish all the time
But where are they if you're in the same place?
And here I sit still writing within mine
Amidst the candles glow I see your face
There is no curse that cannot be broken
Your aftermath leaves etchings on my heart
That equates to what our love has spoken
The emptiness that feels tears me apart
But here I remain, still, right where I sit
Along on my hands I count the great stars
As the path I must now take back is lit
Back, once more, I go to where this all starts
What has been sleeps peacefully in the past
Tenderly taken by a love at last
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
mostly
I am angry that you took everything I gave you
I wish you had told me to stop and wash the love off of my hands
tenderly
you could have told me to stop to stop putting my thoughts into your self
to stop painting you over my body over every curve every corner of my brain
maybe I could have been more prepared more empty of you by the time you decided to make me leave
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
What more would I desire?
Crisp Chardonnay, chilling delicately sculptured glass
You kiss my lips tenderly
All my wrongdoings pardoned in one moment,
I begin again
My life-worn body blessed with the fresh promise of opportunity,
You kiss my lips tenderly
Without question, without concealed agenda, a kiss unplanned.
At last to have that moment of intimate secrecy.
I will never forget her passion then,
Will I ever see it again?
Romance is not a thing of invention,
It always was and always shall be.
In Cloister café, I am once again loved
Could new life emerge from my being?
If it could, let it be from a moment of tenderness
A timeless moment of shared unity.
All pasts and futures abandoned in the act of creation.
We kiss tenderly.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
your hands running through my hair
your hands tracing patterns on my skin
your hands cupping my jaw
your hands curled over my hip
your hands sliding over my bare back
your hands gripping my nape
your hands caressing my face
your hands pinning my arms above my head
your hands under my shirt
your hands roaming restlessly, possessively, and tenderly.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC