stew

[creativesoul]

she was talking to a woman that had just finished telling her that her lover had hung himself, that she had found him.
her face seem to draw secrets from peoples hearts
she dried tears that ran down cheeks of many colors
blushing red, and filled with the greatest give a way
the buffalo came and nurtured her
she sat in lodges praying for the healing of the people
there were no mistakes
this night she felt
herself leaving
going somehwere else
panic and fear shook her like an angry mother
she could only trace the shadow of a vivid memory
this storm had blown through
before, a few times
wordless and infant like
her head seemed unable to communicate
image after image
in geometrical shapes and colors
transmited by ghosts that speechless
made efforts to lead her to answers
that called to her
she watched and listened
she felt some how rejected
unloved and lost
consumed with fear and thoughts that seemed like death,
no language but the silience of the heart
in fragments in a chest that no longer seemed like it belonged to her
he got ready for work
the shift was different
he did not understand her
she seemed like a distraction
amused
he only knew that he loved her deeply
the heat of his love pounded in his chest
she could feel it
he calmed her storms
he brought her back
from places that she could not seem to refuse to go
words seemed antagonistic
growling and baring teeth
tearing at the flesh
desire calls her
she answers
but it must have been a wrong number
she thinks of a time when he was playful an loving with her
he is tired now
she looks at him while sleeping
with love she touches him gently
but she is lonely
and he cannot understand that desire is calling her
she tried to tell him
he got angry
she leaves for another day
he asked her to put stew on te stove
she does
but she knows that she will find
someone on the other end of the line
she asked him if he thought maybe this had anything to do with him
with that desire that was calling her
from a loveless birth
from a mother that did not want her
that did not touch her for three months
he looked at her
with deep brown eyes and started to talk
about the guys he worked with
he could not focus on anything else
one train, one track, a bag of rocks
the stew was on the stove
she had to go somewhere
dream time come for her
talk to her.. before desire trickster coyote
teaches her a fatal lesson
of deer women and elk men
she loves this man
try hard as she can to understand
why his desire does not call him to her

[mnaz]

"no language but the silence of the heart" (near to bursting).

Powerful ride and read here...

how is it that we "miss" each other, ourselves?