between now and when

Between now and when you left me
my head has pounded in that
Uneven rhythm to the semi divine
Vision of when you poured coffee in
My garden and made the flowers grow,

Sowing things that only I should sow.
But I don’t blame you.

It is the woman in me who keeps brining
about these irrational tendencies,
pulling on my thin heartstrings with
her teeth and bringing me dreams of being,
just being, without meaning or fear.

Yes, simply being, just being,
And having you near.

But the fantasies that she brings,
Only happen in the spring,

And winter is my weather
So I’ll put on my black coat and wait,
Pound out frantically about this standard fate,
Of being caught up all over again and why the rose stems won’t sever,

Dreaming of being, just being,
Simply being, nothing less.

She talks through my own mouth,
Straighten up and fly right-
Throwing even my darkest dreams into a forgetting light,

For he wants me to take off my coat and admit,
That your coffee really is sustaining the roots,
that when I put on your garden boots they fit,

and that’s it.