Sunday, April 17, 2011

Are you busy?

Are you busy?
Can you send the kids out to the movies for a while?
The tears won't stop now,
my face is hot in the sun.
I need to breathe you,
I need to cry out loud
and scream.
I need to curl up in the warmth of your flesh
and let you be
comfort, love.
I need to scream
and my face needs to be streaked with wet dust
where nobody can be disturbed.
I just need to cry
Real wails, real gasps and snot
where your absorbency can just hold me
no lectures or commiserations
breast and body, hair and eyes.
Are you busy?
I need to cry.


Blogger the walking man said...

I got the time and why send the kids to a movie...we'll just kick 'em out the door, lock it, then you can wail until you once again feel wind in your sails.

4/17/11, 3:04 AM  
Blogger Echo said...

Thanks walking man, nice you are, cant fool anyone there.

4/17/11, 7:18 AM  
Blogger goatman said...

Clean tears are mine here in the spring green; but I cry with you.

4/21/11, 5:28 PM  
Blogger Echo said...

Goatman, tears are tears, but I wish I were in the spring green. I hasn't rained here in the desert all year. Only moisture during freeze on Feb. 2. Thank you.

4/22/11, 8:54 PM  
Blogger Jon Parsons said...

Your poetry is lovely as always. This poem is especially striking... very carnal and full of the flesh and realness of life.

6/22/11, 8:31 AM  

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