Last Love House on the Left

Last Love House on the Left

Last Love House on the Left, t in mounds of books and through two stacks glimpse
A fireplace set ,strong, heavy the best bought for me by my love who lay with me dreaming of children, ours, future, a drink, only a blanket, it is like new and it is so heavy with memories, dreams that came true, and those that didn’t and I have learned any love relation teaches us about people but does it have to be so whiplash sudden, like a bolt out of the blue and this house crammed with memories that burst into the yard full of flowers , starts from friends, relatives, a proliferation of love
loving friends and I will say come, take a part of this holy communion I remembrance of my love, and I will take with me a part but enough that embraces the love that was in this place and I cringe at the thought of saying by to the garden and I will teach the new your names, your beauty, your part in my life and my love. We will walk the sacred path, watch birds bathing , butterflies and walk through the wisteria that clings lovingly to our arms and legs. I will tell them what you taught m e that all life is exquisite, that you can see the universe in the black orb of a chickadee and realize your whole life has been a prayer as you ritually prune bamboo, that the glory of the universe can be seen in a flower and robins build their nests in the same place where they are loved.and sometimes I think I should stay here alone and life monastically but I so love the gentle stroke of a woman’s hand on my face.

Carl James
6-3-17

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