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Goss Keracey is an American poet,
essayist, and writer currently
residing in Lexington, KY.

He writes about love, life,
relationships, learning, philosophy,
and living with depression.
 

Goss Keracey, Goss, Keracey, Lexington, Kentucky, KY, Author, Writer, Writing, Love, Poet, Poetry, Poem, Article, Essay, Essayist, Journalist, Journalism, Artist, Illustrator, Designer, Art, Comics, Entertainment, Business, Philosophy, Academics, Photographer, Sculptor, Painter, Mathematician, Logician, Intellectual, Genius, Critic
 

Sleep comes.

Sweet calm, rescue, and if God exists then I am nestled warm in her womb tonight. The universe folds for me a hammock, a cocoon, and I drift soundless thoughtless hopeless between the stars, if only for a few hours.

I wake heavy, osmium in my blood, eyelids glued and a knife in my neck, but I slept. I wake to something missing beneath my arm. You’re not here. Empty bed, I toss in the flat gray twisting field and remember why I hated sleep to begin with: every moment spent sleeping is one less spent with you. Making you laugh, feeling your warmth. The way you see the whole world as beauty defined is how a God should see it. As a painting that just needs a careful touch, tender, and your hand is a love-colored feather if ever one existed.

How many times have you stayed my heel from an unsuspecting spider?

“Don’t! He’s not hurting you.”

You pout, and I can’t honestly say I agree, but it makes me think. How would I like it? That was your plan all along.

If I take this one out, that takes the gamble out of wondering if he’ll be the one to crawl down my throat tonight while I’m asleep. You know, we eat so many spiders in a lifetime. They must eat even fewer of us. But that neither warrants nor excuses my impulse to crush it just for landing in my path. Oppenheimer had the right idea, destruction and something. But in my case, without all the remorse.

That’s where you come in.

You make me a gentler giant. A better man. A philistine, too. My heart swells like the Grinch. Misshapen now, sculpted by Dali himself, and all you’ve done is change out of your work clothes. You’re still in bra and panties walking through the living room, and I’m in heat, I’m in moaning, swelling, stiffening pain, wanting. You set your sights on the pup first, young as he is, his psyche is more delicate, you think. You don’t know the half of it. He’s been fine all day licking his own asshole, chewing on a soggy rope, but I’ve been here smoldering sickened panting gripping white knuckled sweating desperately wanting your touch from the moment I woke to another empty bed on another empty morning and I need you this very instant.

A tree falls in the woods. No one is there to hear it. But that’s not the whole story. There are other players in this game. A spider built its nest between two limbs, jutted out and hanging brave over the precipice, and it felt every horrifying second of the fall. Saw the aftermath. Devastation. According to you, we should start a committee to help rebuild, like FEMA, only better. You know, really doing something.

You’re saving the world one broken web at a time, starting with my own.

I’ll never find the words to tell you how much I love you for it.

14 comments on “Love Letters, No. 9

  1. operahell says:

    This is so beautiful, I can’t even formulate a decent response. Well written sir!

  2. wopthedo says:

    Very nice. Have you heard ‘Love Potion Number Nine’? from the 1960’s?

  3. Thank you for visiting my blog and for liking one of my posts. Blessings, Natalie 🙂

  4. Reblogged this on I-NETRADIO.

  5. 2chicks2go says:

    Thanks for the stop in, and oh my, can you write!

  6. athling2001 says:

    I saw her. I felt you. Wow!

  7. kauaiartist says:

    Thank you so much for liking my poem “Funeral For A Sacred Cow” on my blog WordMusic. That means a lot to me coming from a voice as strong as yours.

    Brent Kincaid

  8. lonerloaner says:

    On another level for this one…… Makes you ache even if there’s nothing to ache for. Well written

  9. Jane says:

    Reblogged this on Falling on the Knife and commented:
    Excellent piece. Love it.

  10. Roguecatt says:

    “…one broken web at a time.” Beautiful.

  11. lafriday says:

    J.T.–you liked one of my posts, so I clicked on your link and fell into a deep reservoir of words, thoughts and emotion. Your fiancee is a lucky woman to have found a man who can so profoundly express his love. Your “About” page brought me to tears. Thanks for liking my post because it led me here. I’ll be back.

  12. Wow. This took my breath away. It’s beautiful. I don’t read a lot of modern poetry because so many seem to try too hard but you are an artist this is what poetry should sound like. Beautiful.

  13. Wonderful writing. I really enjoyed it.

  14. Reblogged this on A lyrical delusion and commented:
    Beautiful and incredibly well written..

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