Come Undone

by Amy Platon

They have taken you beyond agony.
There is nothing more they can do.
Come to me.

Mind, go. You need a holiday.
You have carried him so far. Take this time to yourself.
Go somewhere – hide away.

Heart, I will bring you with me, where for the moment you can survive.
We can spend some time together and beg the healing of my eyes.
We can rest beneath the Weeping Willow, though he knows nothing of what we pray.
He’ll offer a communion place for our withering way.

Eyes, you can stare across the lucidity of this lake
just after rain.
Where the ripples hold their breath, like you, motionless, mundane.

Arms, go, escape with the dragonflies that take to flight.
Dream of carrying yourselves away from this sick body into the night.

Feet, warm yourselves in the setting sun.
Lungs, be drunk once more with sweet moist air,
before you come undone.

Faith, hold your strength for the stars that will brighten as they appear.
Hope, you will find a friend in the dandelion that loses her breath in the docile air.
Love, time will not penetrate this place and it too has mastered years of loss.
Body, live for this moment, and be free of fear…

My fingertips race to memorize your skin, as the blood beneath it runs cold. My hands do nothing to warm you…

I trust the moss - will weave you a blanket, above an earth that takes you in…

I will think of you when rain soaks the ground, the way my tears are soaking your hospital gown.

I’m sorry to have to let you go, and with so much more to do…

I melt with you, from this burning wick, as the sun drips beneath the horizon. It is a flat line that deafens me, pulls me back to our reality.

Remember us, as I remember you. Remember the lake, that Willow, that time those hours my loveyourepeacemyhope – Don’t go.

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Wind and Winter
by Amy Platon

Boldly-
He brings me the scent of flowers when we meet again in spring.
And I accept his apology.

I throw open the windows and doors and I invite him in, so he may billow through the linen draped panes.

He fills my mouth and intoxicates my lungs.
I am happy and infatuated,
as he changes me for that moment in time, and I stop to take notice of the day.

I welcome him in shorts and a tank top-but I tie my hair up as if to say no.
Because, I remember for a moment how vicious he is in winter,
and how he will leave me desperate and forgotten in June.

But for that moment, we reminisce about autumn and how he brought me nature’s symphony as it floated through the trees on a cadence he conducted for me.
And how he had me adoring the leaves as they danced and fell like snow to the ground. They scurried across the lawn and against the fence.
They chased away my memory.

In autumn I smiled as he whispered at my neck.
And flirted with my hair.
He caressed my skin and begged the sleeve off my shoulder.
He frisked my skirt and brushed against my legs, like a cat that courts my hand.
I stopped him then to go about my day.
I left him at the door.

And before I realized, fall became winter and he had changed his mood.
The trees stood bare and lifeless. He had stripped them looking for me.
I draped myself in long wool coats, as if to hide from him.
I covered my head with a hat and buried my hands in mittens,
But he already knew the color of my bones.

I escaped for a moment into a toasty coffee shop, but I could still feel him pacing outside.
I met with warmth, and we took a table by the window.
I felt his jealousy peak at the thought of my infidelity.
As I left, he rushed through buildings to be at my back.
And he followed me home.
I slammed the door, shutting him out.

As I warmed my hands by the fire, I remembered secretly longing for summer.
Where in June I will remember him in absence.
When summer’s still air, balmy and thick, has to be pulled by my lungs through my mouth.
He knows I will find myself wishing he were there.

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