The Woman as the One-directionality of Time
You spoke to me with the moon in your mouth
A reflected coal of thought
Melting against the friction of all that wasn't said
You peeled off layers and layers of expectation
And laying them as ripened petals
On the river of your heart
Sent the fragrance of your love
Into the cracks in my smile
I hum the harmonies
While you
You sing the songs of too much tenderness
Taking breath and light with you as you go
The world is your stage
your oyster
your pearl
And you in your softness, beauty, and strength
Pry grace from its greedy teeth
I close my eyes and listen to the chimes of your voice
Rise and fall as the dawn and dusk
And when the day is through
I will sit at the edge of your canyon of song
And wait for the beats of love to return
Like the flapping wings of roosting birds.
~Philip Rey Miguel
© 25 April 2009
