December is the long nights, after.
Doors lack kindness--
women are windows, trusting fools.
Hinges hold the weave of hand touching skin--
Chokecherry's kiss is the Mistress and the Master
Of sugar-boned lovers gone by dawn,
leaving only absent laughter.
OH PERFECT - like THAT Moment...Gone
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'women are windows - trusting fools'
ReplyDeleteamen to that!
Oh thank Goddess, you have a new keyboard!!!!! 24 hours is about all I can go without reading you:) This one has the wintery edge of loss, for sure. "Doors lack kindness". Oy, those long December nights.
ReplyDeletep.s. that girl is way too skinny.
ReplyDeleteno new keyboard. c/p
ReplyDeleteI once ran through a glass door when I was a kid.
ReplyDeleteOh, hell. I'm going to just give up and buy a wig.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem, especially the first and last stanzas. And also the word "chokecherry."
ReplyDeleteI'm going to look up that picture and burn it into my brain so that I can turn into her. She is perfect; I love her tattoo and her tiny tummy and arms, her black shadow and choppy hair---that's exactly what I want to look like ... by tomorrow, please.
This line is amazing: "Hinges hold the weave of hand touching skin"
Do you know this song? "Choking the Cherry" by Poe ...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DomN3gJuVrQ
ReplyDeleteSome days I read a poem and think "Fekkinell, this one's straight out of my own memory". But then, you know how to tap into the trembling regions of love and its loss. Off to have a little weep now.
ReplyDeleteWindows and doorways seem innocent, but they hold the impression of the goodbyes of lovers at dawn, especially the one who could have stayed. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteSugar boned lovers- doesn't that great line say it all?!
ReplyDeleteTrusting fools... sometimes. :)
ReplyDeleteStriking. All of it.
ReplyDeleteOoh, this time I read the opening in light of the seasons---the chilling and dying process that takes place in November versus the state of coldness and finality of death in December. So now I read the first line with "leaves" as a different sort of verb (dying in autumn) meaning "releasing one's essence, life, energy, "leaf" and letting it fall to the ground." Leaves are the expression of what lives inside. So the lover is shaking off that expression in November and standing leafless/fruitless/barren in December.
ReplyDeleteI remember what you told me windows symbolize.
And if the hand trying to touch skin is "woven" into a window hinge, there is a great amount of pain inflicted on the fingers everytime they try to touch the other person.
If her kiss is the Mistress and the Master, then she is alone being both people and/or having both male/female character traits. Also, she is both submissive and dominating. She can go both ways.
Sugar-boned---sweet but weak; deteriorated. Then there is the other meaning of "boned." I could keep going with my analysis, but I think I'll stop here.
Oh shay, you stimulate me, my heart, my soul. Gracias for getting another laptop before I became depleted, emaciated in the absence of your words.
ReplyDeleteGracias mi amiga, Feliz Holidays
that's exactly what I want to look like ... by tomorrow, please.
ReplyDeleteha ha, love that Shawna. (and I feel the same way :)
The opening stanza is SO good, I think it is a poem in and of itself & Chokecherry's kiss is the most fun thing I've said outloud in a long time!
This girl hates Haiku
ReplyDeleteLives on bone sugar and doors
How can we be friends?
JzB
Thought on the picture:
ReplyDeleteImpossibly thin
That girl is a fairie with
Invisible wings.
JzB