Looks like rain by Butterbean Man
Right there in the rain
One day, yes that one
a single sentence dripped from her full red lips…
let’s begin again our love, soulmate
Eyes stuck in a trance for my own liberation
Unable to refocus my view
I repaired my insides in the aftermath that was two
life force liberated my cup ran over and over nothing was out of reach with you
Your Humpty Dumpty pulled all apart and then reassembled just for your affections
I was weighed, measured and found lacking it’s true
Soul suffering long winters bone twice
Hard frozen heart, lifeless and blue
I walked to our place in the rain,
That place in which I thought you already knew
Watching rains droplets become one with their fate
Felt those old feelings I’d learned to hate
Birds flying by singing our songs
Moons light blackest of blue
Stars tear from the sky jilted lovers of her moon
Looking across the water swearing I saw you
I’d say ask Alice, for she was there too, stirring her eggs in the brood
I’ve tried replication my purchases false
their substitutes have no revelations,
their prophets are all lost.
She who knows my truths in the faces of liars, has the scarlet letter in hand
I bow knee to her alone my head at her throne
Her golden syllabus runneth over
letters dropping like flies in the soup of her careful words
Ears pressed against the universe listening for my vibrations in these stanzas
whose heart filled dark with concerns
My quills ink flows to paper and my heart learns to beat the familiar tune
my eyes now fixated in the mind of truth
I will not rest until I hear from you and your intoxicating brew
You know my desires inside and out, betwixt and between
all the weathered cracks and seams
if your love with fated pair be true
why is it I keep running into you
no kindness left undone
whose loveless life you wanted
seems ill fitted for you
I am madly totally completely and still, enamored with the thought of you.
Her Two Cents
This is the last in the series of rather tragic love poems posted to the Baton Rouge missed connections earlier this year. I did save, and read, all of the pieces that were shared and chose to publish those I thought spoke a universal language. Love, desire, heartbreak, and pain know no prejudice and offer equal opportunity in bestowing their emotional riches and traumas.
