Moon Kiss Clover
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
February 3rd, 2007
Dark emerald green scattered, on pasture floor, scent of
Cold spring day further, sprinkled like sugar on a cookie
Just one taste is enough, celibate to the sweet (of you)
The storm fury of the years past shakes me, today I step
Into a path long gone, avoid the mind, the memory hurts
You make jello of my heart, do I respond, sink, fade
Children are not born innocent, older we
Are then the world, crooked lines of decadent
Dreams are their fantasy, let me sleep awhile
Turn you to me (our pillow), and dry the tears
Obedient sun forever shine above, warm this earth, never
Fade, even when shades of pale pink to grey to white can
Make me wonder if above still is of HE (to me) and the
Saddest songs have no melody, my hands fumble and drop
The smallest possession I no longer own, did you steal from
My heart the subtle strain of deepest love, the only gift
Clover spreads further, timidly I lay down
Feeling the cool touch my skin, and the smell
Feeds me a moment of unknown peace, the color of
Blue in a pale, still sky reminds me "to live"
Not fade, not give in to the darkness, the wallowing abyss
Grows lazy over the years, cannot capture me for my legs
Still strong just walk away, there is no urgency to run
Instead I see what pain is, the line of uncertainty that
Drives this emotional car off the road, no more train
Wreck, contentment is just a momentary smile, lilting dream
Radiant smile, the teen age girl is perfection
Standing with total attention from all who stare
She curls in a fetal ball, sleeps like a child
The wealth is not known, the twilight valley sleeps
That feeling is warming my heart; skipping in and out the
Friday "day" I drove away crying in exhausted tears, not
Naming the heart that beat so clearly as my own (you) and
The lock and key that bind us in true LOVE made me vomit
In gross despair, that interstate from Louisiana to Texas
Is so old, so tired that one can hold the steering wheel
Eyes closed, foot on the gas pedal and feel the
"Stop and go" traffic, the construction sites the
Same vehicles plowing across the hands of time
A wasteland we have created, you can't find it on the
Map of our life, now drawn in lavender ink on a large open
Parchment paper, spread across our bed, we lay looking down
Afraid to meet each others gaze, or to touch a hand that
Will tingle, spur memories, physical fusion yet created they
Know lust, we know a deeper interaction and we hesitate to
Break the virgin spell, the newest testimony of WE not me
I sit in the bathtub arms wrapped around my legs
Hide me from you, a faint blush reminds me of
My shame, you look at me and splash warm water
I tell you to leave (but want you to stay) we grow
By leaps and bounds, tree frogs have a simple life, and
If our wants get smaller, cost less heartache, and make
The ocean tide come in and out, then our raft will float
To shore, we will be home at last, tired legs carry us
To solid ground, a birthday cake awaits us, hungry we
Are for that solemn, happy emotion, we never knew, the
Fight ends today, the blaring horns of rush hour
Remind us that Monday comes quickly, and we
Can finish the day, yawn, eat supper, and rest
Hand in hand, this precious life must be seen
Heard, touched, spoken and
We must love..
Yes, me, and you...
