Saturday, February 06, 2010

Autumn Love

Autumn Love
By Ieisha McIntyre


The multi-colored leaves of fall
Reveal the true nature of our love.
Every once green thing
Changing color by degrees.
Every once green thing
Heightened and in metamorphosis.

We are not evergreen.
These words of yours
Change the summer of our love
To fall.
We should be conifer rich,
And without enemy.

Our love was the trunk of our being.
We were joined walnut.
Not maple, able to be wiped out by a foreign moth.
We are so in need of the other that we cannot produce.

But here we are in the autumn of our love,
Transfixed by the hurt,
Transformed to golden, red, azure quivering in the subtle breeze,
Frightened of the words,
We know that winter kills.

Let us speak of springtime when we first met.
When your fingers met mine and we knew.
Let us turn our thoughts to the breaching of the cold crisp air
By the warmth of sunlight.
Let the scent of fresh tulips breaching the black earth
Be remembered, held sacred and recovered ritual.

Let us hold tight memory and warm ourselves with the flame.
Winter holds only the things that want death.
Remember my arms, holding you.
Remember my lips, kissing you.
Remember my thighs.
Nothing of love wants death or autumn.

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War Bride


War Bride
By Ieisha McIntyre

Tears rise from my eyes,
Roll down my cheeks,
And slide softly to your chest.
I rest my ear against you and listen
To the beating of your heart.
Try to match my breath to its sturdy rhythm.

Dependent. I know you are there.
I know by the rhythm of your heart.
A gentle breeze blows through the window of our apartment
Tossing new pressed curtains
Against a gently whirring fan.

It cannot drown out my sobbing.
This is the day that you leave.
I need to memorize the sound of your heart.
I need to know every tap of the muscle
And the moment in between,
I need to hear the rush of air in your throat.
I need to hear the intake of the warm late summer air
Rushing into your lungs.
I need to feel the heave of your chest
As the muscles spread gently
Letting in another burst of life.

This is our last morning. 
Our last morning before they put the suit of a killer on your back
And paint your blood khaki green.
Last morning, you’ll lie next to me and sleep
Uninterrupted by nightmares.
Last morning that I will wake next to your body
And not be drenched in the sweat of your shame.

The man they will return to me will be a shadow of you.
My heart knows.
I listen to the beat of your heart and the ease of your breathing.

You brush back my hair and promise you’ll return an even better man.

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Thursday, February 04, 2010

Summer Rain

Summer Rain
By Ieisha McIntyre

Beloved, your touch
Is the warm summer rain –
air pregnant and moist.

Trees turn their leaves end up in anticipation of you.

The wind blows –
Herald of your arrival.

Love, changes shape and patterns
But that day you were rain.

Round heavy drops – and
I was welcome and desire,
Open armed and willing,

One touch of you and the dust cleared.


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Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Days Like This

Days Like This
By Ieisha McIntyre

On days like this,
I want to fall into your arms
and let the scent of you carry me
swiftly from my worry.

Days, when I want your tired head
to lay heavy in my lap and
let my fingers comb away your troubles.

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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Love Offering


Love Offering
By Ieisha McIntyre

The path that is my life has turned the soles of my feet cracked and calloused; has placed
Corns on my soul;
bunion ridden my heart continues to beat.
But in syncopated
Rhythms – rather in an arrhythmic throb of sorts –
both feet and heart left disabled -- fully hobbled.

Humbly.  Full of shame at my unworthiness, I offer you my calloused heart.  Sacrifice. Do with it what you will – my mind lurches.
Disbelief.  

I offer you my heart,
Bid you remove your shoes.
Come walk with me.  
Come stride cross, gravel and brambles, and shards of glass.
Take my hand full scared and bleeding,
But warm and worn from fighting,
Bring the strength of you to this journey and we will make it ours.

Or better – together forge a new path,
March head long into the fray. No longer a lone warrior, but allies instead,
Armed with the peace, love brings
Healed by nurture.
Pressed forward by faith, we are made army.

Intimate, I can give you partner in arms.
I can give you healer.
I can give you lover.
I can give you my heart,
world weary and ready for your love.

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Monday, February 01, 2010

Sweet


Here is the second of my Valentine's poems. I'm attempting to write one a day until Valentine's Day.  Just sending out the love energy.

Sweet
By Ieisha McIntyre

Sweet my love – lie sweetly
Next to me. Let the strength
Of your arms wrap ‘round my waist
And pull me gently to your middle.
Lay your lips against my
Shoulder and whisper soft
The best parts of your day.
Nuzzle my hair and listen
As I pray for us –As I thank God
For the miracle of us.
Let me rest my cold feet atop yours
As we drift into sleep.

When we wake we will breath
Forth new salutations, new proclamations –
Forge new bonds and reclaim our vow.

‘Til death do us part –but not now.
Now, we are us.  We are the best of together.
We are sweet, my love.

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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Hello Love


Hello Love
By Ieisha McIntyre

Hello love.
My heart says hello.  Take my hand and feel my love for you.
Take my hand and feel my pulse race.

Hello love.
My eyes trace the perimeter of you and map your jaw line. 
My fingers test the feather of your eyelash and the pillow of your lips.
I rest a kiss.

Hello love.
Feel the warmth of my breath as it dusts across your lips, as we speak to closely.
Too public. 
We smile and wonder at the rush of the blood and the dizzy our minds take.
Hello my love.

I welcome you. I welcome the softness of your lips against mine.
I welcome the firmness of your tongue against mine.
Twist mingle together. I welcome the strength of your body, the feel of your hand against my waist.

I welcome you. Rest your kiss soft against the curve of my neck knowing I’ve rescued you. Knowing you are hero, and home.
The comfort of surrender.
There’s no agenda, there’s no deadline, only the mercy of love.
Only the peaceful blessing of our joined fate.
Home. While the storm looms held at bay, by our love.
Hello.


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