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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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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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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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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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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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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