The Time

I know now that I didn’t see what kind of man you are.
Had never met a man like you before.
Treasure.
Years and decades rolled past.
Did I mishandle your heart?

I know nothing now. Nothing, I whisper.
Show me. Hold our hands. Closer. Warmer.
Be still beside me as long as you like.
The time is only drops. Drops. Drops.

Kim Avila
LettingHerOut
10/14/2022

Always for Bad Hombre.

Hey friends! I’m posting two audio recordings along with the printed poem today. I’m super nervous about that (lame I know) but my Beloved Desert Camel homie said my poems are COMPLETELY different when I read them how I mean them. Sooooo let’s see what you think? I would love love any comments or criticism. Should I keep recording them? I hope you all have an amazing day of adventure!

❤️ Kimmy the Goat

Painted like the sky

So be still with me my love

while the flames just pass us by.

And all of our struggles

will be painted like the sky.

KimAvila.com

Back to Back

Back to Back

At last my love.
So long a road.
At last we seem to have perhaps learned.
To stand back to back.
Together. Turn the fire out not in to ourselves.
So long a road.
But here we are.
Love.
Here we stand
still standing
Together.
Love.

Space For Love

 

Did I come off as overbearing?
With my endless unsolicited and ever more elaborate suggestions.
Did it feel like I think
I’ve got it all figured out.
Perhaps my own business was the one I should attend to.

But did you know love.
That I was desperate to help you.
But did you know love.
That the place you hold in my heart is such
that I can’t just look away.
Leave you there.
Hurt and searching.

Can we make a space between us that has room for all of that?
Space enough for my fierce love.
For my mistakes made trying to scream over the thunder.
Words talked over.
Moments misread.

Can we make a space between us with room for error?
Forgiveness.
Space for misunderstandings to turn to dust.

Intentions.

 

 


Kim Avila
12/19/2021
#LettingHerOut
(Written at Kaiser clinic)

Volcano

You wish me to be more calm.
More relaxed. Gently overlooking. Graciously sharing. Not jealous just loyal.
But darling. That isn’t how I love you.
I love you like a volcano.
Without warning. Exploding ash into the sky.
I love you like flames licking your feet.
My glowing jewelry lava fingers chasing you trapping you trying so gently to caress you.
Always escaping until my fingers reach the ocean.
Where they at last cool and we can be together in my fine steam I have made for us.


Kim Avila
KimAvila.com
@letting_her_out
02/20/2022

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