My gut said No.

I am not a good listener

when she says no

Twisting, turning, trying so hard

to be polite ohhhh

I must be mistaken, sure, yes, ok

until the sun rises on tangled hair and

deflated balloons and

whisker rash and

an urge to go home

Then the sun rises again

and she hears it true

No, no thank you

that won’t do

It’s you, it’s you, it’s you

We did not meet today.

 

 

February Photofest

REBLOGGED: I limited you…from the start

My dear friend, Jayne, just posted the following.  I am verklempt:

 

I wrote this from my own experience but

I dedicate this to you Hy, a fellow artist of the grandest colors.

.

I painted him well

A Bruegel or a Van Eyk

Such a fine and clever forgery

to sandbag my love like a dike

.

A barricade,  in essence

Such a lovely man as a front

How ideal my set up was

How beguiling was the hunt!

.

You were limited from the start

Only now can I see the flaw

I lessened,  I padded, I believed

Your benefits were more than what you are

.

This is NOT to downplay your worth

a goldmine I would never give back

It’s that now I can see clearer

The desires in which I lack

.

I was so engrossed in the process

We travelled the realm of sublime

Your body and soul exquisitely matched

at a level intertwined with mine

.

But, the facet of love within me

that matched you – as I still wanted more

has limits, as I, in succumbing

which tells me, I need to explore

.

“Eyes Up!” for the prize of my heart

Who am I to settle for seconds?

The lesson: Pain is a call I must hear

” There IS a truer love that beckons”

 

~ by jayne ayres on July 11, 2012.