10.24.07
Posted in Uncategorized, poems, coffee at 10:54 am by Athena
Your smile alluring, at once seductive and aloof
I come near to play your game, to smell your acidic body
Spill into me
Your sharp aroma arouses my curves bringing me to heat
Your passion fills my hollows,
let me taste you
Spill into me
You bring me to life; your essence makes me hum and moan
I’ll swallow your searing liquid self and hold your body inside mine
Spill into me again and again, until I cry out that I can take it no more
Then spill into me
One last time
Spill into me
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12.12.06
Posted in poems, The business of living, Road tripping at 12:39 pm by Athena
White hills, shadowed blue with cold.
Resting passive, laden with winter.
Silent acceptance of all that is.
No complaints against the inevitability of time.
Yesterday I drove to Heber City with D to pick up an order for the shop. We were on the road fairly early and I watched out the passenger window of the van as the landscape rolled by, feeling nostalgic. My coffee burned my finger but I didn’t really care. I was more interested in the beauty I’d forgotten this part of the country can have.
It’s different than the winters of Alaska, or Portland. This land has a dogged determination of will exerted by the settlers for the last hundred and fifty years. Farm land broken up by fields and crosshatched with the energy of generations of stories.
It’s not the magical realm of possibilities like Alaska, where the land hasn’t been touched. It’s not the tentative truce of the land around Portland and its human residents. The land here is shaped and while that’s at once depressing it also contains a little bit of awe.
It was one of those days where my mind went to far away places and lingered in other times. I got home last night and cried.
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