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'What it Looks Like'
A poem
When we danced, the flutter of my dress in the wind was a swoosh, swoosh...
Somehow when you turned me, I was stable, even as I lost my bearings
I thought this is what it is to fly
Wings on the wind. Up and over the wind puffs
Suddenly I was scooped back on solid ground. Wrapped warmly in your stable arms, yet moving still, always moving
The fluttering that rose from my throat - the chills down my back
The gentle swaying - leg over leg, arm over arm, up and over
We were on cobblestones
She was singing the deep aria of love lost, of passions, of mystery
I smelled the candles' wax as it dripped from ancient lanterns
How my heart was melting
Why were we there?
It's a mystery that will remain locked
That moment in your arms
A poem
When we danced, the flutter of my dress in the wind was a swoosh, swoosh...
Somehow when you turned me, I was stable, even as I lost my bearings
I thought this is what it is to fly
Wings on the wind. Up and over the wind puffs
Suddenly I was scooped back on solid ground. Wrapped warmly in your stable arms, yet moving still, always moving
The fluttering that rose from my throat - the chills down my back
The gentle swaying - leg over leg, arm over arm, up and over
We were on cobblestones
She was singing the deep aria of love lost, of passions, of mystery
I smelled the candles' wax as it dripped from ancient lanterns
How my heart was melting
Why were we there?
It's a mystery that will remain locked
That moment in your arms
'What Tenderness Awaits'
A poem Just me, me alone The breath in and out The rustle of my hair My hips relaxing Not wanting to open my eyes yet The alarm has yet to ring I shuffle in my sheets Feel the softness brushing over my limbs I am always embodied in the morning The silk from my eye mask Whispering of dreams What I hold is dear The darkness allures Moodiness, contemplation, sadness, desire She whispers of needs She whispers of fantasies yet realized She allows She allows The darkness shifts and shadows melt Gooey They hold the deep My loving My "nerves" My necessities It holds the quiet There is no sound in the darkness The void All there is, is me That's why we are frightened, see? |
'The Brink'
A poem
power
pain
love
lust
extremities flaming
not unlike a cross upon a pyre
not unlike a bird flying in the sunlight
not unlike the snarling teeth of a tiger eating its prey
not unlike the words that come out of our mouths and the people gasp at our honesty and wonder who the hell gave us permission
There's no answer for you
I can’t tell you why I started down this bramble path
lined with grassy knolls, and heather
But it also has the ocean lapping at its shore
And I see my mermaid friends off in the distance
Wondering when I’m ever coming home
A poem
power
pain
love
lust
extremities flaming
not unlike a cross upon a pyre
not unlike a bird flying in the sunlight
not unlike the snarling teeth of a tiger eating its prey
not unlike the words that come out of our mouths and the people gasp at our honesty and wonder who the hell gave us permission
There's no answer for you
I can’t tell you why I started down this bramble path
lined with grassy knolls, and heather
But it also has the ocean lapping at its shore
And I see my mermaid friends off in the distance
Wondering when I’m ever coming home

'The Unknown'
A poem
Envisioning a moist dank field where I’m sloshing through mud puddles
Heavy
The soil in my nostrils
Bits of leaves in my hair
I get to prowl
I get to snarl
I get to wield my fingers, tendrils of cobwebs are my garments
My lips are black
My eyes are red
My tongue laps the dirty water that sustains me
I grow between the shadows
Perhaps my eyes might glint off your broken mirror
Perhaps my sensuous shape will haunt your dreams
My gaping mouth and scissor teeth closing in and piercing your skin
I get to be truly free
A drizzling witch
Laughing at the bones
Digging them up then burying them again
Wondering how mother earth will transform them and use them for her meal
We all rise and fall
We’re born and die
Over and over and over
The Freedom of walking in the between
A poem
Envisioning a moist dank field where I’m sloshing through mud puddles
Heavy
The soil in my nostrils
Bits of leaves in my hair
I get to prowl
I get to snarl
I get to wield my fingers, tendrils of cobwebs are my garments
My lips are black
My eyes are red
My tongue laps the dirty water that sustains me
I grow between the shadows
Perhaps my eyes might glint off your broken mirror
Perhaps my sensuous shape will haunt your dreams
My gaping mouth and scissor teeth closing in and piercing your skin
I get to be truly free
A drizzling witch
Laughing at the bones
Digging them up then burying them again
Wondering how mother earth will transform them and use them for her meal
We all rise and fall
We’re born and die
Over and over and over
The Freedom of walking in the between