time

[creativesoul]

i never have time to write
when my juices are stewing late in the night
after reading countless chapters on socila studies of various groups
pipe smoking philsophies
and angry
i wait like a dust bunny
under the sheets
for tenderness and concern
but what i hear is the sage blowing
on the high desert
sand is in my mouth
i am thirsty for your kisses
and long heartfelt conversation
where i am able to relax
i dream of places i have been
where people were kind
and the papers i have to write do not dance on my heart and soul
while i watch endlessly the shadows on the ceiling wanting
love and listening to the love of my life
snore
i wake from a dream in sweat
and the heat is bearing down on my private sectors
there are watch nights with swords in a third worls country
where you live and i wonder
i carry the heart bruised and filled with thorns and sadness
back from the continient on a ship where
slaves died and left thier bodies
you watched me as i entered the ship
knowing i would never come back
honey dripped from my woman like flower
i presented the day with my life