On pieces of the soul
Posted: March 25th, 2018, 7:27 am
There it was! Thought I would never hear the creak of that hearts door opening
Ever so slightly- almost felt the flutter of angel wings
Every step every decision
Having to go back and find pieces of my soul
In Nigeria-1985- my husband; a big man
There in the streets of apapa with a fancy stroller
That will not move on dirt and gravel
A Driver- and a nanny-
I was so young and stupid
Telling my husband he was racist
That he had slaves
He would wave his italian arms in the air” oh Jana please”
My heart had a hard time seeing that much sickness and poverty
He said” you can give away what I make in a day”
Maybe he was right I think now
Watching beautiful animals of the sea
On tv
I’m so tired but I cannot sleep and I’m tired of having sex alone
I lost myself to passion
Chasing the sensual
Believe in love like a religion
I wanted to love desperate
I liked the gasping for air
When my clock was ticking
I left that piece in a house in Oregon
The buffalo farm in Clatskanie
I’m old now
I need my soul to be whole
I wanted a cigarette so bad
No I just cannot
Pretend
I wanted to be a real lady
Tiny boned and cute
But I am tall and amazon like
I go to the gym
I’m sixty and people seem surprised
Love shatters the soul
Not intentionally
It just is so strong
Rearranging the nervous system to crave more
More love more sex more everything
Love is more
Or less?
I lost my soul
I did not pass that test
I just want to have some super sex and some laughs
That might be much to ask apparently
I guess there is another option
Wait
Until I fix my foot.
Wait until ...
see it is too scary
Ever so slightly- almost felt the flutter of angel wings
Every step every decision
Having to go back and find pieces of my soul
In Nigeria-1985- my husband; a big man
There in the streets of apapa with a fancy stroller
That will not move on dirt and gravel
A Driver- and a nanny-
I was so young and stupid
Telling my husband he was racist
That he had slaves
He would wave his italian arms in the air” oh Jana please”
My heart had a hard time seeing that much sickness and poverty
He said” you can give away what I make in a day”
Maybe he was right I think now
Watching beautiful animals of the sea
On tv
I’m so tired but I cannot sleep and I’m tired of having sex alone
I lost myself to passion
Chasing the sensual
Believe in love like a religion
I wanted to love desperate
I liked the gasping for air
When my clock was ticking
I left that piece in a house in Oregon
The buffalo farm in Clatskanie
I’m old now
I need my soul to be whole
I wanted a cigarette so bad
No I just cannot
Pretend
I wanted to be a real lady
Tiny boned and cute
But I am tall and amazon like
I go to the gym
I’m sixty and people seem surprised
Love shatters the soul
Not intentionally
It just is so strong
Rearranging the nervous system to crave more
More love more sex more everything
Love is more
Or less?
I lost my soul
I did not pass that test
I just want to have some super sex and some laughs
That might be much to ask apparently
I guess there is another option
Wait
Until I fix my foot.
Wait until ...
see it is too scary