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Silky Blue

Updated on November 7, 2012

With knees bent

I sit contemplating

swift quick jabs from my pen

across my chin

wanting something every second

of that beat protruding

slightly more into my gum line

where echoes jump and catch me hearing

and lead me to a long time ago

in a tiled blue bathroom

where I sat alone against the only empty wall

rocking ... waiting for something to ...

that took me out to the next scene

where I fell into a lovers arms

his eyes, his hair, his unshaven,

but smooth silky ...

all that hollow contemplating, glistening

against the back yard flood light

by the water in front of me

and yet further away

a lone solid old oak tree loomed ...

that hammock, that dock and rocking

daring me from its stretch of darkness

shifted around and all its leaves

looked like hands to me where the sky

above peeked through the gravity

holding me arched when I came alive.

All was what I pretended and perceived

to be that I wanted something ..

and I put down my legs and let go of my back

where he buried his face.

His force ... and saying things

that are branded in me now

when I bite down hard on my pen ...

wondering about that tree.

and that finally he begged

and in that blue and tangled

beneath all that, inspiring me

to love all those reflections ...

that I still continue to long for

that surrendering, adjacent

to that simple holding of a hand

that succumbing to

forsaken and feared lost in the shuffles,

onslaughts, trivialities

of when acceptance conspires

after that redeeming and suddenly captioned

that it's all going to really be all right.

There's a 'holy shit' in there somewhere!

And willingness ...

to go down on, servitude

and all that silently shuffling along

as if it's important.


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      CMarie 5 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you again arb ...I enjoy reading your work also. I appreciate that you read some of mine. I'm prone to liking the attention. LOL!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Complicity and independence have been lovers since they met. In such a relationship, when is more important than if. Beautifully done!

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      CMarie 5 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you Eddy. I really appreciate your comments. Cher

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      CMarie 5 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you very much Ana louis. I really appreciate that you took the time out to read my musings. Re-reading ... the best compliment ever! Made my day!

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      An awesome poem which shows your talent to us all. Here's to so many more to follow.Eddy.

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      Ana Louis 5 years ago

      This was amazing. I have read it twice trying to connect the ends of bits of string that twist and turn through reflections and contemplations. I am compelled to re-read this one.