June 5 by The Running Son



It’s 6:05pm,

nine where coffee is brewing.
Times-zones find me,
blurry eyes adjusted and fine tuned.
Until we met I thought I was blind!
Now I’m sea-deep into you for all time.

Sections of my heart I knew
I’d find again
in fate’s own timely fashion–I’m out of my head
completely, trying to take you in.
I move at thoughts of embracing;

no such touch
could ever be a sin, save omitting
me facing you first,
from a distance
taking you in.

Your eyes catch me, mouth crescent.
Moons orbit; multiple lunar risings
arc by, marking you
mine. Marking you; a demand
coiling down my spine as I

take you in. I am spinning
down and back through time, each spiral
a life I’ve loved you in—always looped by you
but even in a million lives
I never left your side.

I mean, if you were by me now,
wow. Ok. It’s a labor
to find words to describe
how easy we could tease the sky.
I’d hostily invade dream committees

for the right, or eat from a One Tree,
or drag chalices–a missionary
blood-burden, seeking heavenly kisses,
or any Western Wall
that’ll tolerate my wailing,

plus a few eastern secret souvenirs missing.
But you are real,
Moon full and eyes true.
No cold pasts will keep my sun
from rising on you. No

old zones
of survival silent smiles,
and no time busy thank-yous
or blur-green miles passing me.
I will take you

around spirals of my arms aching,
mark you mine, and bandages
protecting broken heart spaces
will never again needing replacing.
It’s 6:59

Seven now, and somewhere, ten,
in the no-tin-man marked
and protected compartment
That I keep warm, for you,
and will soon

take you in.

by Jim Aldrich

1st line prompted by: B. Dolan – Leaving New York (BuddyPeace rmx)

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


45 thoughts on “̊6:05

  1. 1WriteWay says:

    I like this: “Til we met, I thought I was blind!” Says it all. And I says that is one lucky woman. This poem made my heart palpitate a bit, but don’t tell my husband 🙂

  2. Bastet says:

    What lovely imagery you use Runningson…through cosmic time and space with coffee waiting, who could resist!

  3. Wow!!! Been so busy all week I have missed so much. This one is an amazing start to catching up! You have outdone yourself once more Jim….Write on my friend! 🙂


  4. Were I to be pursued as such, I couldn’t help but be caught 😉

  5. Ar Vhee says:

    Wow.. the beauty of this poem is so appealing and delicate..
    she’s lucky.. =)

  6. I have to say…where did you come from? You have an amazing way of waiting for someone that brews coffee in a different time zone! I hope she wakes up for your sweet heart! You are an amazing guy and she is dumb!

  7. I don’t see her comment yet….smiles. Beautiful!

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