I melt like honey in your hands, and your teeth are perfect, and I’d let you take chunks out of this torn up heart if I could feed on your secret morsels, and you’d explore the treacherous river of my soul that needs more than a white-water raft to survive, but that’s all I have […]
Mama, I promise, that despite everything, that’s still you. I know how connected you are to that word, and how much it would mean if it were true. But mama, I promise, it is. The entire fucking world is mirrored in the blue of your eyes and you can’t see that it’s you? Mother Earth, […]
February. You’re a question mark, A pause for reflection, an unknowing of what’s next. I feel that you’re a lesson sent to me, but I don’t have to context yet. I haven’t grown into the person that understands the what or the why. You’re a fig tree, February, and I’m sitting at your base, staring […]
Alone and far and mysterious. I mean fuck, you’re not even drawn on all the maps. Select few have discovered your shores and marked you on dog-eared ocean charts before passing by, or, having stopped to rest a while, leave you behind to make the next leg of their voyage. They let down their sails […]
I’ll let the sun kiss me until I’m more freckle than not, until you decide to let me stay the night, until I realise you’re not worth my waiting. And at this point, I’m not sure which parts of me are tanned and which are dust, which parts are stained with salt from sweat and […]
wild of heart. And, if you’re just seaweed come to waste my time, and if you’re a current and I’m but a grain of sand, pulled under by your rip, that’s okay. Or it would be. Because this love is comfortable and homely but maybe I’m looking for someone to shake the very earth I […]
Sitting on the grass in the sun as the wind spirals around you; born in your roots, unfurling in your curls, raised in the lengths of your hair. I see you. I think you might’ve forgotten: you aren’t just a play-thing for the wind, you are the wind. And I see it. I see what’s […]
I believe in soul mates, but I don’t think we used to walk around on four legs before being divided, searching for our other halves. I don’t think we have a stone inside our hearts that only fits with one other’s. And I know we are two pieces of the same soul puzzle, but how […]
Today started with ‘smother’, and through yoga became ‘mother’, and now I don’t know what I am. Other? Yoga. My intention of staying open-hearted, being a love being, embodying mother earth. I breathe in the whole fucking world, and breathe out my love to cloak all the hurting, broken pieces. It’s not quite the Japanese […]
So, January, what can I say? You were purple hair, fading over the weeks. Beginning at midnight with love, and dancing under the stars. Sisters, and wine, and cigarettes the commas between laughter and tears. January. You were my sweet family, wild flowers, and wild hair dancing in the breeze. You were sun, and flies, […]