Poetry and Breakthroughs

Ever since* SweetPea and I attended Midtown Out Loud, I've been thinking about my word art (also known as "writing") and how I should go about getting back into that.


I made some rearrangements to my 16 pound purse (yes, really) was able to add the following:


Words have started swirling in my head and, on Wednesday, they finally burst forth in actual prose. As in poetry. Which is very strange because I haven't really written new poetry in, literally, years. Lots of years. So many years I should probably be ashamed.


And, yes, I totally blurred that shit out because I am just not ready to share. But maybe one day soon I'll be standing up there at Midtown Out Loud baring my soul for all to hear.

Maybe.

*Where, here, "ever since" means "for quite some time, accentuated by having been directly exposed".

I Want to be Like Her

She reminds me of summer.

The summer that was all lithe limbs, brown skin, long hair and sex.

She moves with the freedom & confidence of that summer.

Secure, comfortable in her skin and the way she moves.

I want to bury my nose against her skin and smell the dirt, sweat, lotion, heat, musk of her.

I want to be like her.

Full of grace and heat and sun.

Bare feet and loose hair, easy and sure.

I want to be beauty and music and light and laughter and color.

I want to be like her.