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Friday, May 10, 2013

naked


what vanity this being naked in body
with had she said yes
Pamela
wondering the wattles wrinkles warts pimples on the backs of my thighs from sitting in underwear too long upon my office stool Annie doesn't say a word but she, oh God! Will she saying yes still love me?
terrified I fear rejection again for any reason
and then and then and then I laugh the little boy a man finally taking a chance again geriatric
it, this, began, flirting, and with her eyes she said I SEE YOU! And then and then again more naked souls merged and it seemed impossible and died again inside saying no don't go there for you violate her and yet naked in service to others wiping fannies both genders the dying and we?
Naked to one another in other improbable ways remaining childish in our ways souls blushing how many ways can I count the costs emotional financial improbable and yet longed for for so many reasons terrified excised from my submission no future but endurance these last days and miles in life race run no vain ambitions left
and yet and yet again we say saying yes to each other is it a lie this line of integration another life unknown terrified this joy I now know doing this the greatest joy ever spooling out the gossamer stuff knitting a soul obvious to if nothing other than myself and the interlocutor who seems to hold my head above the waters of indifference whispering say yes and yes again to each turning the fate imagined and terrified trust
at times I slump ignorant of myself the longing that the interlocutor be real thinking it must be that we grow hearts large enough to receive the yes to we as children of children born realizing the dreams true or false?
Faith it seems is experience
while Belief is clothed in someone other/else costumes tattered moldy burial clothes and we yes and yes to each other become new infants again adam and eve all over the beginning of something unimaginable trust
the
process
an
unmarked
as yet path
attraction
lust
realized
as more naked than naked can be
impossible improbable and yet possible in astonishing ways new historical hysterical terrifying and yet and yet again and again yes
the silent knowing that life does not end in death but begins something utterly new unimaginable
and
yes
we know that together
terrifying to live
more courage
than dying
yes
will all be well
yes
my/our/we trust and troth
who bonded us the dry straw and flint struck together
discovered
inflamed
130510 01:15 naked
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