“I Love You, Nado” (revised and with a picture)

Monday he came back for me,

Like he had before.

Deep inside I knew I had to go.

With his hard hands he handled me,

He handled me so…

When he took me Monday

I had your favorite dress on.

It was like dying slowly.

Tears stayed hidden, longing for our sacred union

Where your maleness was my blessing,

And my presence was your soul’s desire.

We were brilliant and unscathed.

You hushed my quivering fears.

In our first awakening, you found my softness

And nightly kisses swallowed each breast.



The last time your gentle hands

Caressed my little fingers,

I breathed softly into your mouth

And I gave my burdens rest.

But by October, Fear ascended to betray.

Quietly creeping, preparing you for war,

Falsely accusing our love too pure.

Now I exhale tears

Wth every borrowed breath.

They fall everywhere now.

They wander within the rustling leaves

When trees release their shriveled uselessness.

And when chill is birthed

They salute icicles with awe-full knowing.

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He’s calling for me, Nado.

I don’t want to settle for his company.

Come back, please save me.

Don’t leave me where

He can handle me…

Where he can handle me with his hard hands.

© 1997 April R. Silver

Photo Credit: Saddi Khali