TWO POEMS BY SONNIE

1: Not too long ago I was in love with a poet. We made intuitive intercourse out of each other's mouths for hours We would dip dreams into rapidly fluid streams of the full-bodied descriptions Of where our affection's affinity lived. Once the desire to listen and to speak is gone, This door closes That road opens; along the rubber layered concrete rows of self survive past Trafficking breathes in exhaustion. Remain resting pulse, Delay in departure only momentarily cause drivin away always takes the wind right out of me While language gains grounds to discover and feet itch to recover what lay beneath the future layer, some unexpected tools are constructing this silver orb for my following, So I return to the love of an infinite sky Withdraw my caution and plunge again into water that wells my will from the root to the crown and reels me inward To see keys in the goddesses hand impels me outward to find her finger pointing faithfully toward the sand and loving has led me this far, So I suppose letting go gets me home to where I am, But I cant go back to old places, when Old ways are still in the way; no I can't go back to Old places when old waves are still in the wake, no I cant go back to old faces Once I 've forgotten their names and this Post-meditative moment still Breeching a mindless daze I keep reaching down the holes of someone else's high stakes. But I can't go back to old places when old ways are still in the way And I wont make the same mistakes that I have already seen made and it is Called progress when we learn from our past, when we learn with the rhythms of our paths process Applied in action and change welcomes our next cycle's onset. But I can't go back to old places when old waves are still in the wake, I try to fall back asleep but I can't get to that state, its like dreaming lost its flavor for the week. And for the first time, in a long time I feel weakness when I hear my voice speak, I feel weakened when I start to crave the old ways, I get rowdy real easy and defensive during the darker days my tempers like my intolerance I got a short fuse and reasons to stay I got more reasons to fold from this game. I got more right to bet it all and walk away, But once its gone, you know, gone is yesterday I say once its gone, gone is yesterday. Emptied of wrong. Self detained by the will of another days strength. Somehow supercede survival instinct to cling to that which has fostered The need for someone else besides youself and Sing When you've no one to dance with. Cause I cant go back to old places when old ways are still on the way.

2: Introspection among potted plants on the patio Dance wild flower woman living lividly along, She's like the wood worker scrubbing ages from above the grain lightening in comparison. Be prepared to pack once more, yes Be prepared to stand alone here. Take each foothold as it comes, and beggar child Bother none. Encased in the eye of my embroiders needle, Stitched since the knot wore through Expect nothing less than sacred cycles, spinning through many looms. Laugh lackadaisical emblem of truth, teeter between lone leaf escaping and Solid root relaying what we've always known we'd learn too soon. Feathers will gather in the tangle our heads newly Forming fingers They will extend to meet the mandala's center, Toward that single strand weaving each of us together. Take flight minute mind Life is only as finite as you mind, oh Some aim high. Others believe aim becomes the first demise, oh Deconstruction is the function of the signs. Attentive introspection, guard us from within your walless rind, careful not to peel the skin with your cat-clawed catharsis of some sky.