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SWINGING
Woman and man.
Colliding.
Loving.
Fire and Ice.
melting. burning
until I am lost
Yet saved.
Confusion
Me or him?
Extensions of ourselves
Tangling me into whippoorwill songs
tom between a melody and a tormented cry.
SmUes and dimples
Hugs with soft arms
and shining eyes not yet touched
by the world's pain.
Unabandoned laughter
A tinkling melody
In praise of life
Wanting to capture the happy times
Forever
and leave the bad buried
like a rotten bone.
Fights and anger
Thunder within
A tumbling house of glass
How I long to be out
in the warmth of the sun
to renounce this curse called motherhood
And yet. to stay.
I must remember that even
As a child, when I delighted in swinging
Lifting myself higher and higher so that
My feet reached for the sky one moment
and the next touched solid earth.
-Catherine Kuhn
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