The Graveyard

I don't bury my dead;

I line them up on the bookcase shelf

Like hard earned trophies,

As if to say,

Look!  See here...

Once I was loved.

 

The Wild Ride

 That girl there 

was always a survivor.

She had a wild streak in her

that she traded for love.

She pushed it aside

for a sweet family life

and became someone's wife.

Then Life being Life,

it does what it does

and left her broken,

til one fateful slow dance

with a motorcycle cowboy...

And now she 

only loves

The Wild Ride.

The Jagged Heart

 

“Swallow the jagged heart,”

she said.

“It’ll cure all that ails you,”

as she pulled me to her bed,

into her tangled web

of pleasure.

“I’ll trade this hollowed out bullet 

for your pain,”

she placed it round my neck,

hung it from a chain,

filled it with some magic

and then she said,

“Come back next Tuesday

and I’ll heal you again.”

(my words written from His perspective,

lest you think it’s a confession)

Looking For You

I was looking more single every single weekend

Looking for a feeling to get my heart beating

Looking for an up all night long

The right kiss, right song

Looking for a sunrise leading to a sunset

Looking for a someone I can spend it with

Then it came around right out of the blue

And it turns out

Oh, I was looking for you

Yeah, I was looking for you

Song by Chris Young

Seventeen to Seventy

Bits of her remain

Not locked within my memories,

But in my every day.

I’ve been blessed and 

I’ve been sad;

Been as Luckey as my name.

If I had another chance

I would do it all the same.

As my Daddy used to say,

Hot Diggity Dog,

It’s been a beautiful day.

I’m still dancing,

Still romancing,

And I’m here to say,

Baby, I’m not finished yet,

So swag on over my way…

Lighting of the Votives

Some light candles for their dead;

I light candles for the one who 

brought me back to life

in the sanctuary of my bed

where sins are confessed

and wounds are healed

again and again and again.

I’m not saying

he walks on water,

but he calms the storm in me.

So, yes, I light candles

for the one who

pulled me

out of the raging sea.

 Country Swing dancing

in a furniture store...

It's a Thang.

 And the moon rose

over an empty field,

right in the middle of town...

To Breathe Again

                    I find myself

                clinging to him

                as tightly 

                as I held onto

                   that title of Widow.    

                            

               Instead of a

                suffocating quilt

                of fading memories

                wrapped around me,

                I am wrapped in 

                the arms of 

                him.

                   

               

Mmm

 

It’s not just that 

he pulled me

out of the 

Valley of Death,

it’s the 

Being So Alive

in this new life

he brought me to.