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Life's Flavors

"What's that?"
"Lotus roots!"
"I ain't eating something that's been in muck!"
"Well you're goin hungry to bed"
"Hmm...I wish you'd gotten the flower instead"
"Onions, garlic, jalapenos and a dash of cilantro. Blend it all in"
"Let me wash that, you go slice the rest"
"Let it flow, for once, the river wont dry out"
"I'm cleaning it all right, don't come to me for bandages"
"Use the colander, you need to drain the water out"

Ring.. Ring.. Ring

"I'll get that"
Tick, chop, tick, chop, tick, chop.
"Who was it?"
"No one you know, are you done with the dicing?"
"Can you heat oil to a simmer?"
"Let me help dice the garlic. It needs to be fine for the flavor to seep in"
"Where do you hoard all the wooden spoons?"
"Umm.. behind the pans...? So, how was your day?"
"Nada especial. How was your…

Secret Garden

The vines constrict me. Their thorns bleed me slowly. I'm tied to the tree, once a promise of shelter. Sapped of it's blood, I'm naked to the sun. The hedges encircle me. We have let the weeds overrun. The seeds of love, the fruits of passion lie hollow. Love lies withered and pale. Cracked lies the playground of our life. Why did we not see the winds of change? Hate and conceit. Why did we not see the wilting flowers? Indifference and arrogance. Why did we not nourish it with the mulch of togetherness? Why did we let the tears crystallize? Light the fire. Erase all that once was cherished. Let the flames lap me. Embers singe me. Kindle them with our hate. Scatter the ashes. It was our Secret Garden.

Equinox

I watch the road. Each footfall echoes your arrival. I measure the closing distance between us. Your eyes veil desire in shyness. Like autumn, you shed your guise. Like spring, I discover you. A whiff of your scent. The taste of your skin. I feel the frisson of my touch. Summer's warmth radiates from you. I hear you speak in your undulating movements. I whisper desire and listen to your Siren song. The patois of forbidden love. I know you in your dark desire as I melt into you. Like the morning dew, ecstasy exudes from us. Life beats in rhythm. We fall apart. I shiver in the winter of my solitude as I await your return. I wish you'd stayed.

Human clay

I twirl with the slow movements of the wheel. Your fingers I hold. Your fingers mould me. Your sweat elevates me. Your blood hues me. Your warmth strengthens me. In you I trust. In you lie my beliefs. In me lies your promise. See me in the light. You cast me. Abandon me and I will haunt you. Hold me and I shall break. My shards will pierce you. Spill my dreams and I will be your incubus. Love me and I will be an urn. Contain you. You shall endure. I spin the wheel. I create. I’m your child. Your human clay.

Hourglass

Time. Your slicing hands cleave my present. I yearn to be in the virginal gardens of my fecund past. Why do I turn back to the untaken road? Refuse to look beyond it? Resist your ceaseless progress? Time, you encrust me with the patina of stillness. Erode me. Rust my resolve. I unravel, unfold and crumble to dust. Merge with the sands. My life is a ripple on your dunes. I glitter in the sidereal light of eternity. Seek my place in the constellations. I come to you amorphous. I rise like the Phoenix. My entelechy manifests as me. I’m me. Unscathed by you, I’m Complete. Time, you are my companion. I walk with you, forward and together.

Strings.

Umbilical cords. I’m connected to you. Do you nourish me? Do I leech you? Can I feel a pulse of thought come my way? Have we let it shrivel and wither away? Have we severed it? Leaving wounds that bleed ceaselessly. Lovers in memory, but strangers in the light. Does the silken thread of love connect you to me, and me to you? Pull me towards you when I need you. I’ll let go when you want me to. Shut my eyes to you. Not watch you from the shadows. Open your eyes and I am there. Enclose you in my cocoon. There’s just you and there’s just me. In togetherness and in solitude, I cherish you and I long for you. Let the strings strain, vibrate and snap. Age together with knots, moments lost in motes, as we weave the caul of death. Vibrant and dull, intricate and austere, immaculate and frayed. A life of togetherness. We are connected.

Waiting For Me

I stand alone. I struggle in the depths of my tears and the darkness of my fears. The sun looks dazzling from beneath the waves. I rise to it, like a moth to its doom. But it is life, I take a breath and life is a promise. I rise with the wave. I fall back. I go under. The depths are still. The depths are horrifying, yet enchanting. Deep lies the promise of release. Deep lie the dregs of the eons. Promises undone. Life is only a dream. Let me sleep. Let me dream. Life knows not to let go. The soul is its prisoner. I'll keep my promise. I see you standing alone. Alone on the rock, silhouetted against my dreams. Stay. I want to rise. Fight against the currents. Fight with the instincts. I will tame the waves. I will learn. I will reach out. Find my release, like a breath from the deep, I will rise and meet you. This is my promise to you. This is my promise to me.

beginning of the end

Here goes a thought. High on substance, low on substance. If you know what I mean, then you already know me, so you've already accepted me or rejected me, at the most stereotyped me, at the least ignored me. Return if you will, I can't promise I'll be here, but my thoughts will linger. Bytes of the zeitgeist's dust.