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EXIT STRATEGY
Elaine took me to her German psychic,
as expected, she saw everything.
| Our bad days and our glories. |
| The history of the times and species |
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we have been together
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Realizing how long I have been with
Elaine
made me feel tired - I didn't realize we'd been
working things out for over 400 years.
That's a long time to accommodate a sentient being,
I don't care what form I was in; me as: |
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Her cat |
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Her dog |
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Her sister |
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Her butler |
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Her mother |
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Her hair stylist |
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Gerta saw it all against her inner
astral cineplex.
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I didn't know I was once a charming pistol packing pescalero
a handsome Mexican bandit who charmed Elaine
 (in
an earlier even more succulent form)
to
indulge my desires.
Irresistible under a vast pecan tree.
My
sombrero tossed casually to the side
The Milky Way strung over our heads.
I pick the flower she willingly offers me.
We melt into the warm night - two sentient beings
as happy as two sentient beings could ever be.
She, the sheriff's daughter
virgin,
sixteen, flawless
filled
with secret flames
Me, hanging from a pecan tree
limp,
twitching, forlorn
looking
a bit bewildered
My
sombrero tossed hurriedly to the side
Too many lives to hold in one small boat.
Yet on we sail, east to paradise
fighting
our way toward enlightenment,
the
only exit strategy
for
two weary souls.
VALENTINE
They're complex
these things we
build our hearts around.
These things we construct
out of lover's leaps.
Communicated in the
silent language of -
how two bodies fit together
a familiar smile
a scent of remembering
Souls recognizing reunion.
These are the mysteries of love.
A cat burgler creeps
between two strange hearts
and finds only their yearning.
And looking into their
underwear drawer discovers
their lust. And in smelling the
insoles of their journey together
the miles they've walked.
And through seasons and
doubts and changes of fashion
they discover their relationship,
unearthing a heart painted in a
bold brush stoke and the message,
it has been better to love.
©Copyright 2006
by Charles P. Ries
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