This is Where I Begin, 2006

This is Where I Begin, 2006

This is where I begin.
Here, with you.

This is where we begin.
You didn’t realize, that
there is no choice with this.
It just appears, and, begins

With a entrance, not to
be forgotten. Not to be
forgotten. I will never forget
your entrance into my sphere.

I asked, “Are you from Texas?”
A grin. No, New York and L.A.

I remembered that reply. I must
have asked before. Maybe I dreamed
your locations, your smile. Your body
dancing, bopping with sweat. You were
enjoying the crowd. I danced hard.

Our beloved was in another world
watching insanity fly through the air.
He goes into his own world when he’s just
himself. He’s just a man. Did you know that?

That’s why he appreciates me, I know that he’s
just a man, like this one too. Are you willing
and able? Yes. Always. Can we change now?

We’ve already gone, and, you can leave when
you’re ready. There’s no reason to wait, my love.
You can go anytime. I think I’ll wait a month.
One more paycheck from you. And, then, I’ll go.

Home. You were a gentle-man. A
gentle-man. A gentleman. A sweet, strong
woman. I don’t think you realize how I am truly
a rock. Ole saw it instantly. He saw my power.
He saw my history, he saw
all of me. All of it. The children. The rounded body.
My generosity. The promise. The promise. The pro-missed.

Missed me. You spooked. Spooked you. You spooked me.
I had never been with a man who didn’t easily love me.
Just like that. It just appears. She tells me when she is asked,
“How are they?” Her eyes tear, she’s never loved anyone as she
loves those two men. Yes, a new-born is a man. He’s lovely, like
his uncle. Just like his uncle. His uncle swims in alcohol. I ask her.

“I hear the sounds of mandolins, baby. . . with your kiss my life
begins.” I know that, one. I know that one. I know her.
She bopped and spun. Sucked it down. Let out another.
She bopped while an erie whine eased from her throat. She
throat sings. I saw her in the airport. She saw me see her. She
watched her instruments pass by, unrecognized.

Will you love me? You worry of true-loves. And, I want to tell you,
that my life is blessed with many loves. They just appear. I am lucky.

This is why I still live.

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