The Shelter

My metronomous feet walk the Cohenian Love and Hate

as if they were operatic arias.

I pull you from a distant memory to sit with me

and drink a coffee for this once.

“I didn’t believe you when you told me that you had no love for me”

I tried to break in front of you

hoping the hero will gather the pieces

and put me back together.

And I had you in my lap

and while I could

I gave shelter to your back

so that you never had to feel

the cold of the winter nor starve

though I almost froze to death and you had no love to give me

I also didn´t ask since you said was not in you

wasn´t you

wasn’t natural

wasn´t there.

So I still from time to time shed a tear and wonder why I could not believe in you when you said that in your heart

you had no love for me.

Still once in a while through all these years I sit with you

only this time we share the cloak and pray to God

we save ourselves from the hunger and the winter.

The Fox Woman

It took me some time before I have developed respect 
for The Fox Woman.

I definitely disliked many of the word choices she made in the past. 

                                                                  That would be no problem


my problem is that she wrote them down and

(for me) 

they were just distasteful anger. But anyways, 

there was this:


The line where our path crossed. Now. 

After so many years.


We probably still share this taste for Mahler without ever knowing each other. 

I'm almost sure we both respect disliking things... even of our mothers. 

We hold in our hearts a sacred place for words and wisdom. 

We strive for knowledge.


                                     No-Matter-What

There’s this ability to prevail.

And clearly, I admit,

Imperfect as I am

                              as she is

That was a hell of a wound to carry in the heart!

                                                                           -We have decided not to live by the sword-

Here

                      There

I am not your victim. *





*(Posted after a year. Originally written on 1-14-2019).