Steven Aragon
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We're best in the rain when our bodies have something to do.
Our arms might brush up against each other,
and we'll pull away.
Eventually, we just let them stay.
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In the dark, when its just us,
We feel safe.
The day's cares are left on the floor with our tshirts and shorts.
And our hearts unfurl and lay open for the other to enter.
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Have you ever heard a poet write out loud?
Its words and phrases that dont make sense until they do.
Its kinda like my loving you
Its hard for others to understand or get.
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My muse has smelly feet
A smell that can keep a good horse down
Perhaps fell an attic's demons
But we just laugh and he turns a little pink
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I hate when you disappoint me.
Its a let down.
I feel it in my chest and shoulders.
A weight that won't let me look up or forward.
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Mon ami learn to eat slowly.
Meals in the shack by the sea will be lazy.
The salty smell of the water below,
And the pinon burning in the woodstove will feed us until the buttery pancakes are done.
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Come lay down by me as I read and write.
Rest your weary body.
Relax as I read out loud the tales I create from dreams.
Put your hand on my belly and close your eyes.
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Time is not so rigid with us
It meanders when we see each other
Perhaps seeing something we cant discern.
It doesn't matter to me
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The Best Poem Of Steven Aragon
We Walk In The Rain
We're best in the rain when our bodies have something to do.
Our arms might brush up against each other,
and we'll pull away.
Eventually, we just let them stay.
Awkward. Sincere.
You belong to others.
They ghost away when we speak of life.
Youre gentle with me
Patiently guiding my thoughts as if you were an elder.
Taking my hand when the time for words has ended.
And in my clumsy way I protect you.
Watching ahead and switching sides.
Holding you back when you start against the light.
The rain changes us.
It flattens our hair and our clothes start to cling
Outlining what they hide.
It makes us truthful.
We have to live so much in these rare given moments
We live with the knowledge our time will end.
The good-bye is lingered. Each of usfinding an excuse to make it last.
Questions. Observations. A silent contentment falls upon us.
You watch as I board the Red line back to my apartment.
I find my seat and see you standing on the platform.
Willing myself to stare at you because if I look away, I wont be able to stop myself from running toward you - the person I call home.
You wont leave until the train pulls away.
And I dont stop looking until you have rounded the corner to catch your bus.
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