Frank Remus

Beautiful Warrior: I Love Your Potent Black Power.

Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:38 pm

It was raining lightly but steadily. Rain was dropping from the awning and from the sky. It was silent at first in the rainfall but all at once, a throng of birdcalls. One bird was calling with all her heart, and the lovebirds were at it again. I thought of Anna and baby, and I thought, “Yes. Please, please,Â please.” The trees were quite still. The young one wavered and the older one remained firm. I was slightly cold but not too much.

Her Red Underpass of Love with Green Lights 5:11 am

Her Blue Morning Glow 5:29 am

IÂ cravedÂ her black beautyÂ andÂ a crow cawed thrice. I thought of her in the rain. I thought of her long dark hair and my heartaches melted away as I was melting, for her as manÂ wants aÂ woman, together in alchemical order. She is my soulmate.Â The rain dripped and tickled the belly of puddles. They rippled delicately, with pleasure. They were sprightly and alive. The gravel beneath the water was lighter. Clouds moved to the Northwest. I longed for her loving mouth and spans of dreamy red thoughts.

Her Blue Morning Glow 7:20 am

Downtown Fog 8:30 am

Downtown Glow 10:42 am

The bud-filled branches were sopping the rain up as gauze. Tiny branches were wiggling and the air undulated in line upon line of rainfall. Either I was blind, or I was in love. My array loves its bend toward her. And again, I was touched by her love. A lovebird flew overhead and called for its mate. A plane gently wafted in the distance. A dog barked at the deep snaky sound. All of my strength has been meant for her softness, and to be more awake to her love. I love her artful expression. I love her whole vibe. The dog barked and I longed for my love, in her presence and absence combined.

With Soulmates and Pale Yellow 2:40 pm

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With Soulmates and Pale Yellow 4:28 pm

Weeping from wounds, IÂ felt her black power, and my war was lost to the worms. My boat was no longer sinking but it was rising. My window was notÂ broken but open. My red heart not in shardsÂ butÂ whole for her. There was green and yellow. My vessel was not broken,Â Â it was sealed. I was no longer divorced I was married. I was reborn. There was no suicide. She was no trickster she wasÂ too wise. She was no vampire she was my heartthrob. For her my skeleton reformed from the mass grave. It was the happiest of accidents. Her pounding black potencyÂ cleansed my fate and powered my warrior destiny. I love Anna Dirksen.

Time Bridges Her River of LoveÂ 5:35 pm

Time Bridges Her River of Love 6:11 pm

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Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:04 pm

Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:38 pm

Bonsecours Dome and SteepleÂ 8:04Â pm

Soulmate Betwixt 11:40 pm

It was a brick scattered moonless night;Â the earth was pushing up. It was an awful day. Too much light, no jokes, and broken windows. Certainly it was New York and my constitution. I surmised with my nose when I sniffed, that I could never detect Lady Rat Crummy Nixon and her meager life in Manhattan. YetÂ I Â knew everything I could sense about her in the non-verbal.

Â Â Â Â I sniffed at that in-need-of-spring-cleaning wreckage away from the steep hill, quickly scanning the air. I put it out of my mind on the way back to Manhattan. It was evil. More or less. It certainly wasnâ€™t a picnic.

Â Â Â Â After that awful trek to the suburbs, Manhattan was black as pitch. I sensed more than 4 rats on 5^th Avenue. What a smell! There was a cat burning in a fire. Awful!

Â Â Â Â I lost my car keys. What I didnâ€™t want to lose was â€“yes, like a goat, IÂ wanted toÂ eat everything: Scrambled eggs with a Pepsi. Cigarettes and black coffee. Misty Blunt on toast. Ice cream cones from the trash. But I scurried across 5^th Avenue to the Catwalk. It was a nightclub with peeling posters on the cracked and boarded door. “Smallest Major Nightclub on the Street!” Far from the window was a transparent plastic dance floor where you could get mugged or strangled or your could celebrate the nameless back-page advert you found midnight at the Black Skull Smashing Rubble.

Â Â Â Â In front of the dance floor was an exquisite chair, sheets of blank paper and a big desk. There were many large public toilets in front of a shiny metal wall. And directly to the door was the drinking area. Nothing was more demolished. Cat claws had scratched bar. I was certain I lost a friend there, or two, and the Pepsi that I once got for free. The place was a ransacked den of death. But there was one very young rat alone on the dance floor. She was hunched on the ground, clipping verses from The Bible with tiny clippers. She was hairless with tattoos on her pink skin. She didnâ€™t wear any long beads touching the hems of her baggy gown. She was clipping the bible verse, “My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness,” II Corinthians 12:9.

Destroying

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.

Beautiful Warrior: I Love Your Potent Black Power.

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