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Exceedlingly Bastard behavior. You bastard. Lifted me up with your acrobat arms So tenderly placing my small-boned hands In yours, Upon the trapeze. You placed a magnet With a thousand legs into my pocket which Scurried up to my heart, burrowed into the most Functional part, The life-giving part And stained your name there. You swing me over the earth And promise my heart won’t fall out Onto the net. And it does. It does! You bastard. And then you run away Into the grocery aisle and hide Behind scorn and punctured tires And memories past. And as my heart lays bubbling there, Quivering there, gasping for its last breath, And I slowly and cautiously step down From the tight-rope ladder, Amazed at the show I just witnessed, The one-man show with me as star and audience, I snap a photograph of you.

So you stole away  Each day Leading up to your final Departure. And I fed you your famous Black and blue and  Gave you golden All the way,  When you wanted it. A friendship, Hooked around you With long legs And substance. My sometimes animal. My often forest creature. I love your love You love my love and we love(d) .  And it’s natural for  Jeans to come off then Into a pile on the floor Next to hers. Next to hers were mine And yours and  You didn’t have to let Things get tangled. I fed you my famous Purpose and plan And my sublime nature. You met an angel in me. You know this.  Did you forget where I come from? And I forgave you for it, Days later, For up and stealing away As you did, Taking my jeans with you And giving them to her.  The blood that pools in my  Heart now Is naked, unclothed. Others come up and  Ask to warm me. I shove them away, hard. You stole away

Forget-me-not’s and other things Like good literature, cd’s and poems Paintings and photographs and Of course my long legs and small tight breasts And Love. Bukowski met you on your sofa and Had Christmas with you and…. You weren’t supposed to share ‘Ham And Rye’ with the unwitting. She depressingly listened with half ear as You read aloud And half-embraced ‘Infinite Jest’ As all try and fail to do. You hold your head out the airplane window now Drying and withering your thoughts Of me. Letting the love you felt course out Of your body like urine dispensed From a catheter about to burst. Oh the relief you feel. Urine scatters through clouds and sky And lands on ground and Sprouts up buds of love That can never die. Re

A meditation teacher told me "Hold on! You're In for a ride! You Won't believe this!" I told her, "I've Already been there. It left me. Shut-up!" But, emotions cool. You get on with things. I drifted off to A ramshackle place with One eye open In the middle of my forehead. A single sturdy pillar Stood tall within and pushed, Pushed, pushed Until everything Crumbled And what was left was Me. Aside from me, There was nothing. No particles, no waves, No sub-atomic matter but you. We sat there, Hand in hand, in front Of a majestic blue Buddha Tying golden threads into Bows and knots around us. Like captured animals. Stars as our Witness. And the eye in my forehead Turned to smoke And funneled into you. And the threads became beautiful chains. I never was the same. stephanie lorentzen-jordan

Delivery for you. And for me. A parcel, its coming For you a nd for me  To smile at Get excited about And tear open. Shake the mailman’s hand As he gives you this one. It's a good one. I’ll pat his back too.          The contents within have legs, Are running, Trying to catch up to tie your laces Delivering reminders  For you and for me To not lose our place in this Work of Self. Self? I saw myself in you. The note in this parcel, I keep reading it over and over, Tells me to persist, To know and Become. And I lay on top that note Like lived in sheets, My hair a mess and legs all over The place You fixated on me And grabbing my feet. Two dark eyes lined up Telling stories, Great stories, in silence. You watch me, cradle my head As I listen to the history within you, Waves come crashing to your floor. You just saw yourself in me. And, Damn it, you look surprised. Worried. Guilt. And

I go deep within, As the wise men recommend, To locate that place inside me where desire burns hot, So I can snuff it out And never feel its flame again. I hate you for that, That I have to do this search. I would much rather lay In your bed Or Read books with you Or Love you as much as I love music. But that isn’t happening now, so I go deep within, Tunneling through weakness, Hammering through strength, Penetrating an inner core, [As the wise men do] Hoping to meet that old familiar friend called desire And ask him why he torments me so. I love you for this, That I have to do this search. I am discovering what the ancient's refer to as The Sublime. You were once the biggest But now I see something Even more And it has nothing to do With the outside world, But everything to do with what’s in. It’s more beautiful than anything I’ve known. Except you, of course. Nothing tops your big dark eyes an

I realized something As you got dressed and Were leaving there, Tying up your boots And haphazardly cleaning up The broken bits of me scattered about. ‘My heart is unchanging — It will love you forever.’ When you return, It will be there for you, Brighter than before. It will celebrate And kick and hit the piñata And do a dance, Climbing on to your body And feeling you once again. And if you don’t return? It will smile upon you In each cloud you notice while on your way to work. It will breathe upon you In each thing of beauty you admire. It will grip you at your core In every good taste and sensuous Feel, and all pain you endure. There she will be, My unchangeable heart, loving you. You did that to me, Opened me up Lighting fire to the wick of my abilities Till they swelled and the Flame tripled in size Blanketing the earth, Then the universe. And joining the sun And the sun's sun. No other had the po