2.13.2012

instructions

Last night's lovemaking's
now cocooning. Tangled in you
and little girl limbs,
I have tumbled again, farther
than ever. You envelop me,
cupping my breasts. I breathe
the rosemary on her hair
and think god how lucky I am.

People assume I mark time
in words on these pages, but
they are only partly right.
Upon review, I have discovered

a story of you and me,
our tale available to anyone
with an urge to analyze,
for better or for worse.

So maybe I am recording our
narrative, but more, they're
instructions for how to fly.
We make them up as we go.
Clasp me tighter, allow me
to taste your morning breath,
it's time for our ascent.
We are still learning.

11 comments:

  1. Gorgeous, Marian.
    This tastes so familiar, achy-familiar and I love it.

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  2. wow....so rich and loving. Thsi is tear inducing and very familiar. You struck a chord with me.

    oh....and just the antecdote I needed. Thanks, friend.

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  3. Oh this is simply amazing - one day, when you are old and white-haired like me, you will read all of these poems. They do tell the beautiful and loving story of your lives.

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  4. This is so beautiful...oh precious are words to share the voyage of life...a legacy that others may know our story

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  5. they're
    instructions for how to fly

    These lines said it all for me.

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  6. aw, well that is really the point :)

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  7. We are still learning.

    This never stops... :)

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