Dear Pat Rooney

Actually my dear you don’t understand

Love and appreciation is not a learned art

It is natural and simply there

If you have to work at it because you have this insane need to “know”

Then you do me

And my art

A disservice

You feel you love my art

But you analyze too deeply

Trying to find my psyche

The psyche is out here Pat Rooney

If you cannot find the art naturally

Should you feel a need to analyze constantly

Because you need to connect to me

Then you do you

And yours

A disservice

Work for you Pat Rooney, not for me

Sincerely

LN

amarena

she looked into my basket

seeking a perfect fruit

she reached into my basket

and removed the perfect fruit

placing it between her teeth

her eyes anticipating

sweet seductions

a pearl white smile closing

exploding through the skin

blue red pulp and sweet juices

trickle down her chin

to her melodious giggle

and a flick of her finger

catching the honey stream

diverting it to her lips

portraits of her love

forever pictured

forever remembered

joined as one if one for a moment,
their shadows unite without the sun

Loose Wires

How is it you can write with emotion

She asks

Curiously and cautiously

Hmm, she knows of my condition

I have few empathetic bones at all

So yes how does this happen

Certainly I am aware of emotional presence

Albeit a temporary affliction

And then a cure takes place

Rendering me unique once again

To forever render the suck it up attitude

Lord over most I connect with

But then there are some

Who break through

And sometimes from a deep slumber

Or a solitary reflection

The loose wires join

Ever so momentarily

To finish an emotion

And give me the insight

All remaining constituents enjoy

And then

Normal

Once again

But I remember

All filed neatly away

The people who break through

And I can love them ever so deeply

With passion and emotion

Loyal

And I can be hurt

And can hurt

And I look forward to deep slumber

And deep reflection

Because it is then I believe I dream

And while I remember no dreams

I do remember connections

Momentarily connected loose wires

This is where my emotion resides

Typical

Born Again

I close my eyes

As I slip into the warm amniotic fluid I listen

Relaxed the blood punches past my heart

And rushes through my head

Woosh woosh woosh

Evidence my mortal coil persists

The thumping in my head subsides

And I push into life’s opening liquid

It passes gracefully over and around

Baptizing my efforts

Blind and feeling my way

End to end to end to end

My breath measured and strong

Deep into this body

Life’s giving elements

The sounds amplified

Splashes, children, kicks, and strokes

Machinery clicks and whirrs

Forming ourselves within the form of our mother’s belly

Ready to explode

Exhilarated again

Back into this unsuspecting world