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Conquistadora
Some of us are born
to be fireflies.
With our random light, in the dark,
it can seem aimless.
Some people complain
even as they chase us.
They think we're playing games.
But we're just trying to get by.
They want to pull off our wings
and our legs,
to make us into ornaments.
I guess there's worse fates
when it's time
to fade away.
I think the first word
I ever learned to say
was goodbye.
And it keeps being the last
every time my light dies.
They lose me in the darkness.
They've no patience
for the tired creature I've become,
during my need to huddle
within the dim of my thoughts.
-I'll be back, I had to go
back, to find my wings.
I'm still searching,
using words as a torchlight.
I'm a firefly, after all.
An ornament, an earring,
whispering in someone's ear.
I hope someone hears.
~~~
Were you lost, too, in broad daylight.
Looking back at the steps took
during the meandering nights
of how did you get
so misguided.
The stars were so millionth,
so far away
and so random.
Yet you saved your
(always folded) wings,
until you saw the star
that was moving.
Blinking; A man-made firefly.
So you finally flew
to find me.
My words have always been
a search-light.
Amber, a candle's glow.
Like the matching ring
upon your finger.
-It took awhile
for things meant to be.
~~~
It wasn't luck.
It was fate, blending
with circumstance
to turn lightning into love.
I felt it, even
with my eyes closed.
(Because I had tried to hide
myself behind my eyelids).
You saw me anyway
and I felt your smile
when your lips pressed
against my cheek.
There was a "before you".
Those years I spent looking back
at the ruins I called my previous life.
I'd always turn away, while
it was still burning.
Nothing to salvage
once the wounds were cauterized.
Theirs, mine, didn't matter.
Scars are flesh ribbons
from all the second place finishes.
And while;
A pot-hole formed
where I had stood
in the dry road too long.
You brought rain.
I wasn't sure...
But the birds gathered,
quenched their thirst.
To them a pond, within the asphalt.
(Perhaps it was just your freckles
around your tears, but
made me brave enough
to lean down
and find salvation).
So we kissed, and
it was as if
a gentle lightning came rolling
over the fields where
my thoughts laid out,
like fading lights
from every day
that I had died, a broken firefly.
Yet, here you are, and
everything about you is bright.
I hope somehow I can repay you
with my own luminance,
as it returns to me by the day.
Then by night.
When your lips touched mine,
our guards fell away.
I could tell because
you were soft,
when I placed my hands
upon your hips.
Neither of us ever got very good
with armor.
So in the past,
our smiles and eyes
had formed into bows and arrows.
It had worked pretty well
for keeping distance.
Until now.
Maybe I was more, after all,
than a torn apart lightning bug.
I always wanted to be a falcon,
even wounded would be okay.
Calling from a branch,
while my wings healed.
And here you are,
after hearing my songs;
A conquistadora,
brave enough to find me
when I was lost
for so long.
~~~
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