Let our scars fall in love

"Let our scars fall in love."

Galway Kinnell

Painting by Stephen Mackey

I showed you my unremembered bruised skin,

pointing to every wound and scar as you tried

to share your heat with me and it is so little

for a woman my age, My Love.

I know you can only unleash your claws

for it is what you have been doing mindlessly

as your temperature blows the thermometer

and the room.

(I understand your eyes and hands)

I simply can't, couldn't:

my mouth is closed, my lifeless body is under control.

I may regret my lack of adventure sabotaging your dreamy script.

I may regret sitting on the sidelines instead of floating gently

down the stream of life (life?)

But there is no logic or common sense right now:

there is only a woman who needs your scars to fall in love again.

(it is not my morals speaking: it is my tremulous heart imploring)

While you can't interpret The Goddess in me,

I will remain where I am frozen and scared

for I am afraid of letting you breath my secrets.

When your hidden poetry gets ready

to align with mine, fetch me after work

at 9:20 pm as you did, but come

with your heart wrapped in sugar.

You will find me where I have always been:

between my wounded calm and fears.

I will be waiting for you, My Love.

Again.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012