Luna,
I
appreciate you continuing to take the time to get to know me and allowing me to
do the same. I feel like you are a wonderful listener, absorbing and
reflecting empathy on a palpable level. I imagine in your choice of
career endeavors this position is native. The two palettes appear from
this distance like mirrors of the ebb and flow of silence and release on your
terms regulating a gauge of control.
The
therapy and evaluations come to the table with the other to speak and you to
absorb and discern commentary in an alcove of professionalism. The
dancing feels like a world where others enjoy, but cannot pierce the illusion
of an intimacy of who you are personally. The glitter and the nudity
costume the place others are not allowed more so than any business suit.
Maybe
this is not so, its validity or lack thereof is not as relevant as me
communicating that I am enjoying getting to know you. My risk of
attempting such inferences is not in any judgment or sense of declarative
statement only a desire to get to know the you that neither your patients nor
your dancing audience will ever be privileged.
I
want you to go at the speed your being desires: hummingbird or redwood.
The spectrum of velocity does not change the locus of the destination. We
are each who we are independent of the revelations of time’s cascade.
Know,
you can ask me anything you wish, my response may come in layers. I may
offer a verbal attempt, plunge into random analogy or refer to something I have
written in days ago to offer for you to read at your discretion. In turn
I want you to take your time to bloom as you need or want.
You
are a beautiful woman. I know my dating style may pierce the
personal. This may appear to bypass the obvious that most people tend to
hone their eye contact and pheromones to focus in bar rooms and grocery store
aisles. I am attracted to you. I want you to feel that. A man
is meant to pursue a woman and I am pursuing you. I go after what I want
and right now I want to see where this leads.
I
do not wish for my endeavors to speak as we do to cloud the physical. I
am chiseled a textured man in the mental, emotional, spiritual, and
physical. Any relationship that I attempt to invest my energy into, of
which I consider ours my priority in my life right now for this endeavor, I
apply my efforts to assist growth in each facet of this quartet takings its
shift into the spotlight in order to forge a complete connection.
All
our discussions of who we are are vital to the sunlit world and that inner
cavern of seeing another as they truly rest in their being. I just know that
sometimes words are ill-fitted vessels that the privacy of midnight’s shadows
communicates in fingertips. I just don’t want you to be confused or
puzzled by how my focus may appear.
You
strike me as a deep layered woman of trails, roots, and leaf-canopied
glades. I want to take my time to let you open up to me. I sense
your reluctance to let others into your world in a general vein and with me a
quiet joy at the way I have been approaching. I only want you to be you,
whoever that is. I do not expect nor desire perfection, only a human that
can see me in my rawest self if things progress.
I
wrote another poem after our last encounter I would like to share.
Namese Bahn Bao
Seeing your face across the two-top
table
My feelings bubbled in the tea
The involvement to the air of
wanting
You like a redolent wallflower
Eye lines to the entry door
Maître d set me alone to the only
open pair of seats
In the center aisle
Your arrival embraced in the passage
of time
That a place in the corner opened
As others finished
So that you request like the
shadowed stairwell
I instigate to facilitate your
comfort
To a placement where no one can
approach you from the rear
Terms and time beating of knowing
you wanted the booth
Over the chair
Softness in the lean
Bucolic conversation of the
Vietnamese Catholic fishermen of Versailles
My parents lost in country
Mississippi farming, hunting, and the trails
Your friends in the desert plotting
solar independence
Father with the horse on his badge,
not sure because you never got a chance to ask
First cavalry division of the United
States Army based in Ford Hood, Texas
Vietnam tours TRICAP armored,
air-mobility, and air cavalry counteroffensives
Insignia gold covered Norman shield
with a black horse’s head
You hint you learned to run like him
I pause in the space the aperture of
those words create
For another day to see the blossom
take her time to unfurl
As she is ready
I think of Terrebonne, New Mexico,
to New Orleans
I see the glitter on your cheek and
see the beautiful dance
Of the way a woman is like an oven
taking time to warm
Authentic
There are these concerts by
the Algiers Ferry called Wednesday’s at the Point. Soul Rebels is doing a
short set with two other bands from 5:30 to 8:30 this Wednesday. I know
you spend a lot of late nights during your week and have been working a lot
with the events in town. I think this is an outdoorsy hang out after work
kind of thing. I can bring the bug spray again.
I can pick you up around
6 or so. Let me know if that works with your calendar.
Severus
Luna
7/21
To: Severus
Wednesday sounds fun and I would
like to go. I have yet to see the Soul Rebels.
I truly enjoy your words, your
writing style, and your approach.
615p
9876 Street
yes bug spray
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