wyrdwind

You Belong to a Woman

Forgiveness is irrelevant,

every day do better than.

Closure, the fuck is that?

Ain’t beatin’ breast on a casket.

I’ll take any storm,

Gatling staccato over when,

you’re older then, below ground.

While we’re both around, let’s go out

where there’s no atlas, flood cracks

where the road was, mirrored sky,

what are you afraid of? Look

into my eyes.

Did you try?

It’s all just busted boxes

you call civilization. No power

to define. Boy,

I built you right the first time.

Black Madonna

Every curl or wave is where I lingered,

every stubble or peach fuzz. Every note

or color, you were born

enough.

You’re here for me to touch.

Pretty pebbles in a stream of song,

no competition if you’re all mine,

there’s no hurry beauty, my baby,

I have nothing but time.

When you were very small,

jostled and shadowed, loud, I paid

special attention. Littles

do latch on. You went on

and on and on. Every dream

you ever had until present,

until you fell asleep talking

in my lap.

Or when you saw my eyes open

and with a grubby hand

fed me from your snack bag

at five in the morning.

No words necessary.

Like when you left with me

every razor in your house.

Symbolic gestures help.

Or when my phone lights up late

and you’re looking for a reason,

it’s old boots now, walk

my love, you know

it’s not my first rodeo.

Toil and Trouble

We’ll settle it in the kitchen,

ain’t fuck all but an open mouth,

can’t wail around peanut butter sandwich,

here taste this, it’s missing

something.

Stir that sauce

while I make coffee,

do you take cream? Remind me

what she used to say, how

this dish is made.

But double on the spice babe,

only white is my surname,

it’ll be okay. Just okay,

I still consider this tame.

Tongue like cartoon flames.

Rings of fire are my safe space.

Not a fan of the electric range.

It’s best to see a thing, go analog.

If it’s too hands off you get lost.

Blistered palm, fire is hot. Adjust.