I want to kiss all your scars until they heal with memories of me tightly woven in.
Fickle fears on your ear drum
Reappear with the shore
Unmistakably echoing in your head
From the last time you placed the shell
On your temple
And begged to be answered.
She drifts to the gust of her gut feeling.
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.
I almost ran into your aura today. The thing that makes you most unapproachable and unimaginably attractive. You stumbled when I looked up. I smiled that it was I your eyes hooked. A year went by before I swallowed the unspoken correspondence. Urgency rounded up my skirt as I turned to leave the room. My aura howled as it stretched from beneath my pelvis. I could feel my hairs rise on the back of my neck where your eyes had locked and I continued to walk. I knew you’d follow.