And There Was Her

I don’t know what I want… or fully what I am… But I know what she is. I recognize her like the foggy haze of a dream stolen from the hearts of better men.

She is thunder in the storm, a voice cutting through the chaos giving purpose to the light.

She is my best kept secret, hidden away in chambers of love so deep I’ve yet to discover it for myself.

A deluge of sparkling fireworks, scalding the adoration clean off my tongue, rendering me speechless.

She is the cinnamon scent of well scored holiday cinema…

She is the candle I light when I don’t know what else to do and night won’t let me sleep.

A roaring delight, volcanic passion thinly wrapped.

She is a universe of unspoken divinity and I, a priest desperate for the prayer to charm her…

She is the aspiration of the ocean, the magic patiently sought by stardust.

A flower spinning petals through the bar room air, dashing the drowning depths of escapism with her dazzling photosynthesis.

She is the pause in my cadence, that sacred word just on the tip of my tongue that I can’t ever seem to remember…

She is the solitude of the hero and the flag of the warrior- nobility knows no identity without her.

An unblemished flaw, juxtaposing past and prologue, disturbing the stories swirling all around me with her reckless dedication to being so in the moment that all others fall away…

She is the response to our Lord’s very first command.

Let there be light…

And there was her.



A Keeper


You know these young women aint got nothin on you right? Here you are- real woman personified, confidence as your natural stature, and in your casual sweater classsier than all of their combined, dolled up swagger.

You attract courageous men- they still in they baby skin!

Yes, it’s you I have spotted from across the room.  Dancing in tune to the groove of the music, in a deceptively revealing dress that simply says “this treasure can only be plundered by the pleasure of a room of two.” And by the way you beat off those  dogs with your clever smile, I know not just any room will do. You’re far too grown, and way too cute.

This is precisely the type of woman I’ve been waiting for. The one who, by her presence, awakens the more within myself.

I see the extra padding around the belt, cuz you done had a couple kids. The wrinkles around your eyes, from when you didn’t want to live. The subtle slack in your back from the black marks of shame. The knowledge of wrong things done weighing on your brain…

And I think that’s perfect.

Workout and be healthy, but I know there’s more than abs to being sexy. The eye wrinkles are completely offsett by eye twinkles- your persevering passion for life overrides any old opportunities tribulation had for you to die. You are wiser. Stronger.  And probly just a tad bit freakier. I’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to miss this miracle that entered my life.

The whole room is live, but like life, for the most important things they’re sleepers.

Not I- that’s why I’m making my way across the room… daring to hope upon a honeymoon… Baby you’re amazing and your age just makes you sweeter. In all things incredulous, mi’lady-

You’re a keeper.