Sunday, 3 January 2021

garden of me

my soul footed in
loose rocks and the earth 
is now beside me;
nor above nor below...

just drowned deeper
than the last strand of her
eclipsed storm.

where we were when
we birthed her; rain clouds dissipated 
underneath unscented 
timeless and faceless and
lessened bones;
this is where now brings
gentle fire and thick breathes 
tilted towards our combined 
chaturanga. this is how i invite
you where she once grew into and
out of...

let my fingertips guide your
dance my little indigo,
and follow my inner patience as it
lights your growth. you have already 
enlightened this new, full moon
and i await your freshly voided
tears.

i love you in all of your incomplete 
and will love you in all
your formless and forms.

i can't wait to meet you...too.

invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...