Poems here from Jewel Kilcher....read some.
Bleary eyed/and sleepy still/I unwrapped you/of the morning/like careful fruit/with forbidden flesh/made sweeter by/the scorning/My hands still shaky/from kisses sweet/and the dark hours/of night's embrace/I checked to see/if fastened vines/my heart had left/in silv'ry trace/While you slept/I looked inside your chest/to see what there/was growing/I saw my heart/with quiet eyes/to your side its self/was gently sewing/I saw my heart/with quiet eyes/to your side its self/was gently sewing...
I had a dream last night/that a little girl came to me./Her hair was a halo of warm light/and color dripped off her tongue/She was your daughter/and in her I saw the fruit/of everything I'd ever fought for/or believed in, or dreamt of.
I guess what I wanted was to hear you'd stay with me always./I guess what I wanted was to see those hands vowing never to leave my own./I guess what I wanted was to know I am not loving in vain.
I'm writing this letter to tell you/I don't love you anymore./I don't miss you./I never have./The truth is, I tried, but never found your adoration anything other than arduous,/your niceties cliched,/your praise thoughtless,/and it has become unbearably obvious that you love me with all the originality of romance novels;/the manly man weakening the luscious flower./But do not be sad,/nothing is lost,/neither of us even loved the other truly-you only thought you did and I only wanted to.
I'm leaving/You're done/Cut the cord/I will bare my heart/Make sure it's sharp/Make it quick/Flash your will against me/relieve this red smear/Smother the beating/dull the pulse/Show mercy/Spare it from your side/and I will rip/what was yours, what was living in me, and return it to you./Do it while our hearts/are still intact/before they rot in each other's care/before they become riddled with bitterness choked by the stinking seeds/of resentment.
Listen!/Do you hear it?/I do./I can feel it./I expect a miracle is coming./It has set loose this restlessness/inside of me./Expect it./Dream about it./Give birth to it in your being./Know! Something good/is coming down the line./Finding its way to you/like all things find their way/to god's children./Listen!
The things you fear/are undefeatable/not by their nature/but by your approach...
We have been called naïve/as if it were/a dirty word/We have been called innocent/as though with shame/our cheeks should burn/So/We visited with/the careful idols/of cynicism/to learn to sneer/and pant and walk/so as not to feel the scales/of judgment rub wrongly/But we say some things must/remain simple/some things must remain/untouched/and pure/lest we all forget/the legacy which begot us/the health of our origins/the poetry of our fundamental selves/And so/it is to/the longing hearts we sing/rise! spread/your wings!/Let no hand/nor ill will/keep you.
