sweetphee

We The People, July 2019

some of my favorite paintings by Georgia

are we dreaming? no. this is real. doesn’t it look like a collage? 

Houseboats clustered on Lake Oroville in Calif., in 2015. The lake shrank during a multiyear drought in the state that ended in 2019.

hello green eyes that look around for more, for the details that inspire, the truth that sets her free.

thank you kind heart, that recognizes reality as circumstantial, as the days an opportunity, as she enjoys the rhythms of your beat, this existence. 

grateful for this brain that turns pain into ink that later reminds me of the flow of our universe and the words that seep into the page turned again into a lesson of growth, of mine. 

to you, her, me, I am... set free by my mind, again, a day turned. so, thank you. 

I, holding the scales

I, blindfolded in optimism

I, like her, that came before me

uncatalogued, free from the tainted tones

I, Venus disguised in slacks, 

sometimes, hers, sometimes, mine

I, Aphrodite in Greenpoint

I, yours, for now

in this extended moment

I believe in love, again.  

the tulips were yellow and red and budding and wet when i walked by them this morning. 

when he passed me that label that said “I THINK ABOUT YOU ALWAYS” i thought to think of me and my heart and all the times i’ve been just that, before. 

to be with him is to see parts of myself i’ve forgotten i loved. 

no darkness with you

besides twilight

and those moments before sunrise

that we savor so sweetly.

deep eyes for deeper living, 

unspoken unnecessary, she asks anyway, 

am I yours?

it’s too sunny to hear him clearly. 

romance lives.... (continued)