Love's Season-a rejj poem ©

She was a fleshly woman
A ripe peach of a woman
brown and fragrant
all curves and good hair
full painted lips and sequined lashes

She was a love-to-love-her woman
wrapped in tangerine silks
eyes cutting smiles
across the blue haze of the bar
cheeks flushed with brandy side cars
her hips,
hypnotic,
a metronome
And he was keeping her time

She was a sings too loud woman,
a laughs too long,
a flirts too hard
a shakes it too dirty woman
a moves too fast
a smiles too bright
a loves too deep
a loves soooooo sweet woman

He belonged to her from the first
like seas to the moon
the pull of her
the simple radiance
of a talks too free
a words too true
holds-on too tight woman
aflame, in bloom
full and heavy laden
with everything he never knew he needed

Hers was a love abundant
a more and more kind of love
juicy and thick,
resplendent
a here, there,
anywhere
and everywhere
kind of love
that washed over him
seeped into him
through and through
from flesh to bone to soul
a strips you bare kind of love
And he was bare before her

In those moments undone
so singularly complete
he kissed her palms
lay on her heart
wide open
wide
petals splayed

But he was a sad-to-the-core man
a smokes too much
a drinks too hard
a heart too broken kind of man
And still she loved him

He was a far from home
regrets too many to count
gambles and loses repeatedly kind of man
And still she loved him

A runs too fast
gives too little
just not ready kind of man
And still she loved him

Belonged to him from the first
like moon to seas
his every ebb and flow
taking in
taking in
and in taking,
taking too much

Love’s season was spent
every gift melted
into fire and salt
And he loved her- so much- in his way
but to love herself,
she had to walk away.