Poems I love

Love A Woman

Lisa Citore

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman.
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.

No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.

The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.

Ambrosia

Ptolemy

I know that I am mortal by nature,
and ephemeral;
but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro
of the heavenly bodies
I no longer touch the Earth
with my feet:

I stand in the presence of Zeus
and take my fill of ambrosia.

Orange Citrus

Courtenay Lee Althouse

She smiled, opening her mouth
to the moon;
her reflection in the pond
like orange citrus.

We never knew she wept in the closet.

She wore the sand
like the dull
colors left in
the crayon box

Her silky strawberry hair
curled to her elbows,
laughing with every
bob and weave.

She raised off
her dimpled knees
and blew to the wind,
“Wait around; I’ll smile again.”

We never knew her favorite color was orange citrus.