12/8/11

The Thing You Get, My Love
By T. E. Hieatt


The thing you get when you open my heart
to freedom
a place inside of you to exist and bloom
is the complete myriad twists and depths
of a raging river gorge backed up for too long
against a makeshift dam always threatening
to break

And you asked me to be your wife
and never in all this life did I imagine
a moment of my weak muscles holding
myself up over you
listening to your words and feeling them
drip down from my brain into the heart
before exploding out of my arteries
to my veins
and to feel lifted as I never have in such a moment.

The Earth rumbled and the dam of logs, twigs, and brush
fell apart in a rush of water swimming downstream
to my veins
And I knew as our nude bodies freshly sweated from sex
became indistinguishable from the other
that at last a moment
not the one I thought was right
Not the one I thought I wanted
had knocked me from my dam fort
looking out like a ranger scout for threats
against the natural resource I possessed

instead like colors mixing in water
we made a new one
one indistinguishable from the other
and our heads pressed together
and my tears

married to you in an instant


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T. E. Hieatt is a graduate of history who loves conquering limitations by kicking at the walls between her writing, music, art, and entrepreneurship.