“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)
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…
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.
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.
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.
He gave me the gift of freedom
and I ride that thing
like a rental horse
flying back to the stable.
I’m wild, but not reckless,
for I value the time I have left
in this body
on this pretty blue planet.
The smell of orange blossoms
is heavy in the air.
I breathe it all in
as if it were a drug.
And I’m gone,
baby, gone,
Like Tina Turner left Ike.
I think it’s time to admit
I’m deeply in love with my bike.
