Time to dance again

juxtaposing... gives an added picture to her alter ego taking over/stepping out giving movement between the two, that are actually one

 

I watch you sleep

I smile...  waiting for you to wake
As breezes sneak and enter In
through a pushed,
open window
the curtains wave to me
get up and come out...

forward, stepping from the
shadows.
                                           Crossing
my legs              
                                                I
admire the silkiness of my own touch      
The early morning sun enhances my golden color.
Shoulders relaxed, I can now lay back 
And feel the firmness, that supports me in your comfortable
blue chair.
I can smile.
I see an echo of peace around your face
                                                                  while you sleep.
If you only knew, now...

    we are not alone.
She has finally been made to come and breathe.
Out of me...

In front of me she stands, guarding me.
She is enjoying her thoughts of you
In your favorite Kingly chair.
She awaits her joy-to bring you pain
                                                            slowly rocking in your blue worn
chair.
With only one cigarette left, she can exhale
Blowing out the smoke that has clouded
her mind. I whisper
to her now, Please! 
while you sleep, with shut eyes
But she insists on you seeing the whites of her eyes through
the blacks and blues
Of my browns. I cry cornered, and crouched down on the
floor
Behind your big chair. That is where you left me 
before your nightly sleep

took you and hid-sending away my
screams.
She seems less afraid, and much stronger than I am.
The thought of your eyes opening and seeing me there
                      Proudly
In your blue seat

I start to feel warmth in my panties with a stream that
becomes a puddle 
beneath my feet. 
She won't leave the space that she'll soon conquer with her peace

           With one single pull from the coldness that you hold

right between the eyes just once, and then
twice, 
shattering evil thoughts in his mind
And the third pull in the place you called 
me
Your heart. She says,

      then I will be free
to laugh, live,
And dance Again.

                     In a place where there once was
An ugly blue chair.

Author's Note

Sometimes our courage to begin (again) comes from another person that lives in us...

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh my... I have waited for something new from you and it was well worth the wait... this piece kept me riveted and on the edge of my seat with such mixed emotions, going from happy to sad to sensual then the ending... WOW... I finally see it as a person getting over the death of a loved and finding the courage to move forward... no matter the case very superb writing.

[Jolyrose]

I don't know how many people I'm echoing... But I was convinced for the first dozen lines or so this was a love poem and then you flipped it. And it worked and i loved it.

[Robert Erickson]

this had me from the beginning, well said, well spoken and great descriptions used =)

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Very eloquently put. You're like Jane Austen with your descriptive and colorful poetry! I know when I come and read something from you, I'm going to be able to almost close my eyes as I read(lol), and follow the words through it and be there in the moments with the writing. I love your style and you're poetry's grace and intelligence. Great write!

[Dionysus Cain]

i like this, the journey , up and down then left then right. i like the lines i admire the silkiness of my own touch. those lines took where awesome. this whole poem moves so soft , yet strong. i have read alot of your poems but i like this one the most. i can see your writing getting better and better .. awesome read.. send me more..

[M Bester]

Thank you so much for letting me view this, it is how I feel about the passing of a few people in life.
There is so much to say about losses for all, but in loss comes gain and from gain comes loss, some cycles of life just are.
Keep up the amazing work.

[Xeru]

I am amazed at how you personified your virtues into character. Its very true how the dynamic opposite is created in yourself at times when confronted with extreme distress. Amazing how a alter ego begins. This piece was also a display of skill on your part to be able to split one person into a two part clarity. I"m impressed with the love, the hate, sterness and sophisication of two views existing not in harmony but in physical agreement that the outcome to both was the same thing regardless of the contrasting natures. Very good write.

[Ankhesen Mié]

Exquisite, lyrical, and overall beauty work.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This has to be one of your best work Well done

[Pax Analog]

I had to come back and read this again, 'cause even tho' it seems simple enough, and you've provided clues, I was somewhat puzzled.

Of course I can relate to sheaths-within-sheaths of being, as in Hindu occult anatomy. And I certainly know what it's like to be one's own guardian angel.

It does have the feeling of intimate indie cinema, retaining an enigmatic quality that is the essence of idiosyncratic lived experience.

Intriguing work.

[Choco]

i can truely say that this poem touched me....im going through something right now and for some reason it makes me think of my situation....i can feel your emotion of your pen almost as if you were hugging me yourself.....this is really good.....