Nancy Aidé González
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THE BEGINNING IS OFTEN THE END by Nancy Aidé González In the beginning your voice, my answered prayer rush of perpetual tenderness eternal landscape of bounty, your brown eyes echo new sound. Sunrise has come, I have been waiting for you now we are together you serve me bread and iron, I give you maize and obsidian, I hunger for the smell of your musty hair, yearn for your accent, your language. All around us expanse of breath, we search the jungle for sustenance find promise where macaws take flight. Under night sky our lips speak in silence, we measure moments in laughter intertwine fingers like roots leave foot prints on the mud. We journey near the river swim naked in the cool water, there our souls recognize each other, we are one, we are none, we are the universe in its entirety. We are more alive than we have ever been, we drift into something we will never survive which will bring honeyed heartache, for we know the beginning is often the end. |
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KITES by Nancy Aidé González The forgotten rust colored key fit in the palm of my hand its ridges would unlock a door leading elsewhere. The key could open a door to a place with green fields where sorrows are laid to rest and wildflowers grow without weeds a spot where we could speak of things that will never make sense There we could whisper the desires in our hearts we could laugh, and laugh and kiss, make love, and fall asleep. There we could spin all the things that weigh us down into satin ribbons weave the ribbons into kites fly the kites and let them drift away into the wind. This poem was first published in Tule Review |
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WINDOWS by Nancy Aidé González In the empty apartment through the dirty window we can glimpse into the lives of others I wonder if their lives are barren like ours. There on the floor stripped I let you know me we are wild and for a short while you are mine. Doors open, we let each other in your eyes search mine as if looking for the mysteries, we hold each other after I breath you in, you become my air. I will be as I am and you will be who you are and you will leave me. I will search for you in others time will pass the summer will end. |
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INTIMACIES by Nancy Aidé González I forget the crevasses I have fallen into broken bones that fused shadows that sift light curtains that sway in the wind. I forget to measure time without a clock the lines of my palms outstretched sky beyond thought thought beyond emotion. I forget whispers under moonlight the days and nights we shared how far away you are how you used to brush my hair away from my face before meeting lips the way our bodies merged intimacies dissipate. I try to piece together what was and what was not the longing that remains. |
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