Other Women

1.

They have, somehow,
been your life all along,

you finally realized your
life had been a mirror

of her ways and her's and her's,
let us just use her to be simpler,

like the beginning of blossoming
grass:  are your ways

the reflection, slightly perhaps,
different but with small tiny changes

time and fashion make?  Do
you take her minute staccato

voice that modulates in a
different key to say what

can be said, appropriately?

2.

Winter here.  We wish for spring,
even you said so, because spring

brings with it inappropriateness
and a whole bunch of flowers called,

hope:  maybe spring is for running
across fields, forever alive, forever,

free forever, you and me: and it
all touches us in that secret place

that right to the quick bites deeply,
even though few dare to go there:

that inward lifelong sentence,
a single thought that holds

our precious lives in matters'
field, somehow unified:  like sweet

juice red, like ripe berries
on your grass, after all.