A hope... wild as the wind

A hope... that you will come back to me someday.

I don’t know why, for it is impossible, but I do hope.


Did you find me wanting or just simply unoccupied? Your lies have short legs; my misunderstandings, long arms.

Beyond the point of caring, armed with a new religion: Every day I face West and blow you a kiss, wild as the wind that carries it. I pray that it blows through your skin.

I am the prize fighter that still says please. I hit hard but stay away... from the impossible things.

Do you face East to bribe the impossible... or to beg off? I would thank you either way.

Luck or chance? It is irrelevant. A contemplation of the absurd. You've given to me your slow-bloom, as you seduce your way through life by your sheer beauty and unaccountable magnetism.

Is it really possible that you have not bestowed your diamond eyes? Unlikely -- liars need longer memories... fools need shorter ones.

I will liberate me from you... or perhaps me from myself. A hope as wild as the wind.


K.P.

"If you continue in my word, then you are my disciples . . . And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." (John 8:32)

From Kissing the Witch...

There is a peculiar knocking within my skull… from kissing the witch.

Quirky-alone thoughts hit me in little waves. I will pour them out in big buckets of common longing. Can you hear it?

Let me tell you why I love the negro woman with her children: She understands the glory of alone.

Her diametrical solitude is delivered in hammerlocks and haymakers -- Break my bones but not my heart, she says.

An incorruptible ethos: Simply knowing that you are dangerous will suffice.

Blow hot, blow cold, but know this, Curia Romana: You blow.

K.P.

Just Ask...

My life is something different now.
I am awake to all that I have not allowed.

Is any one person worth exposing the truth to... the madness of my heart?

Society shows me time and time again…

No, abso-fucking-lutely not.

But just ask.

Where am I?…
Someplace I never counted on; someplace I did not believe in.

I belong to no one but God -- but I prefer you.

I understand a certain definition now; that it does not mean contentment...

...because my life is something different now.

K.P.