Mud

by Chelsey   Mar 12, 2015


Why don't you just relax in the reality of my loving you. In love without questions, without concern. In love with things most find devaluing, draining; in love with who you stay when we are covered in mud (when the mouth of life speaks death over our being).

It doesn't matter how ugly things are between us, your spirit remains beautiful when we are worn.

Your soul is stagnantly pleasant when our tongues thrash the heart.

And your presence is never unsatisfying when you feel protection isn't found
in your arms.

Honesty anxiously waits to tell you,
even in the depths of self created darkness, there is still shelter in your arms.

And I've grown used to their covering.
I've grown accustomed to their warmth.
I've learned not to be disappointed with
dirt that may cling to our skin; a failed attempt to destroy our appearance.

Imperfections make their existance known, but I've never known them to be permenant. Even in temporary moments of uncleanliness, my Iove for you is still. My love for you is pure.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Sunshine

    When one reads the title, one could not possibly interpret where this piece could be leading them.

    What an emotional poem, the heart has been spelled out. A poem that is not leaning on beautifying its words with complexities but speaking the soul reality of love and the imperfect essence and beauty of its flaws in the most perfect way.

    A priceless message. The wording just got better and better the more the writer elaborated on her thoughts.

    On a side note, just minor spell-checks to be taken into consideration;

    existance should be "existence"
    permenant should be "permanent"
    my Iove should be " my love"

    Other than that, a gold-coated piece.
    Loved it.

  • 9 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    I found this to be as delightful as, well, making mud pies! You have been gone far too long, Dennis. I have missed your whimsical humor and bright outlook. Yes, I know I get it on Facebook, but it's not the same.

    Regarding this fine work, I feel the heart of it is "your presence is never unsatisfying when you feel protection isn't found ... in your arms"
    It is both fundamentally intimate to be safely wrapped in love yet profoundly imperative to have the freedom to explore the world outside of it.
    Well stated, Chels.

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Congrats, girl! Good to see you writing again, hope we see more soon!

  • 9 years ago

    by Sage

    Loved reading it. Your words reflect my current situation. Thanx

  • 9 years ago

    by Sage

    Loved reading it. Your words reflect my current situation. Thanx

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