LET IT COME
“Let it all come to you,
Do not chase.
If it does not happen,
Move on.
There is something better,
Different
Chosen
Waiting for you
Over the next hill.”
Those were my words to the boy
The smell of sex and silence
On a gray afternoon
Mixing with the rain
Drumming on the windows,
Drumming on the rooftop
Bringing dark clouds
Dark shadows
To my already dark eyes
Why?
I do not know
I do know why I was driven to the Merchant Marine
Out of fear
Fear of what
Fear of that chair
That desk
That bed
That woman
That street
That self
For the next fifty-years
Be like water
I am water
Running all around you
Running all over you
Forming to your body
Becoming your temperature
Becoming you
Loving, caressing…messaging
Over time
Wearing away mountains
Wearing away identities
Wearing away realities
Holding you
Lifting you
Kissing you
Carrying you
Far away
With a soft beautiful song
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pjv