Found Woman
My thoughts hold you like lifeline
where you offer comfort and smiles
as readily as you once did.
I don't feel the passage of time
so much as I feel the empty chair
at the table of my heart.
My love has always been more all-you-can-eat buffet
than a 7-course meal that always has a polite finish.
But I'd rather barnacle glue your image to my memory
than to ever scatter the way you made me feel to the four winds.
You could charge interest for eternity
on the debt I owe you for bursting into my life
at the exact moment I almost surrendered...me.
Instead you had me evict those squatters;
Doubt, fear, and insecurity got their walking papers
because you saw me through eyes unfiltered by my past.
So I tried on your views like the shopping spree of a lifetime.
Each garment of your desire tantamount to revelation incarnate,
leaving me yearning for more colors, more styles,
more, more, more of all you had to offer.
My fingers feverishly reading the Braille of your praise
that went far beyond the obvious.
You knew my eyes would xray vision into your soul,
your humor, your very essence of who you are as a man,
gaining my trust by specifically ignoring the Great Wall.
When the struggles for life itself had me newborn kitten weak,
I did not notice the loss of pieces of self weighing down
the scale of my confidence making it so easy for the betrayals
to give that fatal blow.
You touched the secret recesses of my being
without ever laying a hand on me.
Having my lips form words just to mimic the many ways
I could kiss you, but I will leave you with these:
Thanks love, for your infinite kindness
in finding she who was thought to be lost forever,
for reminding her that before she was diagnosed, she was beautiful;
before she was abandoned, she was sexy;
before she was separated, she was sensual;
before she was married, she was flirtatious and insatiable;
but most of all, before the laundry list of men
who disappointed her, she was and still is
a woman in every sense of the word.