She drifts to the gust of her gut feeling.
Dexterous, dirty hands of color and class: lead me in dangerous directions.
Thin eyes: widen by me and the inhalation of side-street dreams.
Thick body: release the masochist of memories that once chiseled your frame and allow me to pulsate new perspectives.
Pieces of you enter through pieces of me and slip on a new dream.
Paper airplanes of pleasantries
Coast along the morning breeze
Creating desire lines they tease
Thoughts of you and me.
The love here is sleeping.
Touch my soul with your eyes on open hips
Your kiss drowns out lines that begin with “yes”
Softness sweeps my tongue in sensual ways
And I feel your love through miles of veins.
Bathed in sweat from our everlasting sins
We welcome every drop in.
Hold out your hands
The rock slide
As it melts into gas
Faster than an avalanche
She rumbles past.
So be the light that breaks my darkest pain.
And birth a flame where the sunlight is made
O’r beyond the borders of a mountain range.
Turn by turn drift away with grace only somedays.
Today I had a moment. So excuse me, but I had a moment. A moment to breathe. To shake off all the worry. To submit myself to the universe and it’s energy.
I had a moment between the shifts of a few papers. I had my moment eating lunch. I walked outside and took a breath and finally felt something. I broke free of the smiling depression and simply smiled to the sky.
I had my moment for an eternity of heartbeats and a sisterhood speech. I howled. I whispered. I sat quiet on a bench. I walked a line so close to freedom and wobbled toward what might be next.
I had a moment to release the anx and leave this physical realm. Diving deeper in the midst of roots that were trying to tie me down. I swam in the mud of the noise. I drank all the cars on the road. I imagined myself a giant. Then a toad. Then a friend. Then a ghost.
I had my moment in the mirror when I wiped off all the tears. It revealed a face much deeper that I’d never noticed there. My moment revealed happiness and heartbreak and pain and the potlucks of many colorful lives I had made.
We can’t be afraid of what we don’t know,
May we find ourselves in the courage.
So we’ll drink to those who have told us no
and listen to our inner sinner.
Dip me in your disease and say “Excuse you,” when I sneeze.