We Three

There exist those whom I love more than myself
Lisé and family come to mind initially…
And, then, there is Sequoia de O’…
The home and property…
And, now, here is a place that I would defend with my life
Here is a woman I would defend with my life
So that now I understand somewhat, what others have expressed…

We three, ah, and what does that mean to my husband and what does that mean to me?
It means, in part, I fancy, the Third, of which we have spoken and written and made Ours
And it also means a third which still looms and hovers above me and us in the most whimsical and dangerous of times… and will this son that I feel urging me on to accept him
To accept his father’s seed—will Om Ptah actually become part of We Three
Or will he remain a part of the poiesis that will remain forever a part of who and what I am
And what is my husband and what are WE?

Ooh, I scamper into dells whose names have usurped glades
Whose names pile atop valleys that once were foothills
And, once a mountain seems scaled is when it shows down
Much like a pillow that conforms to one’s head is fluffed tomorrow
Yet once engaged becomes a bludgeon shifting dreams of shadows
Leave me…and return breath as a journey shows lost worlds in reach
So too do I wish to breach your innermost interior so nothing is…

And, I, too, scamper into the knolls of the fairies to meet the fairy King and Queen
Daring to stand in all glory and humility before them… And, I, lost in shadow and light
And light and shadow, as the two become one and reveal themselves as yet another Third
Which itself, Speaks: It is as exactly as you have imagined it to be and yet not at all
Because it is so much more… and in my confusion and simultaneous bliss
I long for Poseidon and the mermaids to bring me back to the elemental of my elementals
The glorious ocean in which I need no explanations

‘Ere I wish for something phenomenal, the rain strikes again
First a knocking of gentlest ticks and then a patter to thunder
Wonder…you a star of yonder yore and I of other lore—we store
Upon one another’s shores, we find port and mooring sure
A fortnight goes by that does not know gratitude for and from us
We continue, sailing our retinues, seeing sequoia and birch stands
A back and front area take shape with life in places to thrive that knows it’s so—as we do…

The rain—ah, the rain, does it move you with excitement, poignancy, peace, as it does me?
And the more it pounds, the more I feel EVERYTHING! How ironic, my love, that you question my interest, my love, my curiosity, because there are objects d’art that I have not asked you about – trophies about which have been left unspoken—other things that have become a part of Sequoia de O’ that I have not questioned, which seems rather stranger to me
As I sit here writing this, and which equally makes sense when I put myself in your place:
But don’t you know by now that I want to know EVERYTHING!!! No, really, EVERYTHING… and the only thing to do with that is to let you tell me everything in pieces and in parts in your own time, not because of my lack of interest, but precisely because I know that we have a lifetime in which to reveal these things and more to one another….

Ah, you rain love and developing treasures related upon whomsoever is now…
Nay, it is not red billowing flowers alone that induce such rhetoric…nay…
Not a cloud within or without or beyond or between, but a peculiar interexistence felt
That calls me ever onward and inward, and as a result, ever exploratory—for you are inexhaustible
Not simply the redwood groves that grow forever and closer circumambulate our repose
No, it is more than even the helixical fractality of life: I thought none other could know….
What you are refutes logic, for to me you are oxygen…

Nay, sunlight and carbon dioxide that produces oxygen and glucose during…
Water and more water and so water that is so necessary to the process
Don’t you know by now how much I love you, my love, my husband, by baby?
Don’t you know by now how much you feed me as the willow tree, as the
ANY tree feeds the inevitable and hungry breeze?
I am in you, with you, by you, beside you, ARE YOU
And will be so until eternity ends, which is forever and never and a day….

Soothing waters flowing coolly continually…without challenge or hindrance…
It seems as if a quest of heroes of olde, and yet I know I am no Odysseus or Jason…
So what check I may make, regardless of imaginary deck or stake
There is no treasure worth killing others that we have not found in one another
Yes, and so, killing anyone softly, is nothing more than forgetting how loud anyone could be…
A boring bore I’ve bored of myself; and so I shall think no more on this and instead dwell on YOU!

WHY R U STILL HERE?

Oh, yes, I recall…
To make an ass out of your ridiculousness shown herein….

I am in you, with you, by you, beside you, ARE YOU
And will be so until eternity ends, which is forever and never and a day….
I am with you, still
Your ass, your willing ridiculousness shown
Within and without and withal…

Sorry, now the process has been determined obnoxious!
So, although I would add ice to make it now
What is better is to slowly add ice for later.
We join, for a confused moment, what came well before us
Wondering at our desire for lack of supplies…
Still, we see horse manure shall enrich the property,
And a male dog shall protect us all!

You need only need ask…
And whatever you request, I will try my utmost to provide for you…
Amidst the utter confusion and lack of understanding of the twists and turns that this
Writing has taken… Still, my love is as pure as and full as ever it has been or ever will be…

None of this was intended for confusion slates
Nor for me to request any certain thing
You provide anything I could desire, yet, you wonder…
Away from me…
And who am I to tell you how these things you see are not what I mean?
For, regardless of my input, this is a core, a shamanic element…
I am after all what I say I am…