doubting you would, under the Ford Street Bridge at dawn, you kissed me, as a trumpet vine grabs onto every available surface, on arbors, fences, telephone poles, and trees, you wrapped your tendrils into my yellow throat and made the world feel closer than it ever has before.Unmediated by the veil of what we think we know, I kissed you back, and together we became unfamiliar, like finding new oceans.
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Detox Prayer
I am weak but willingI am flawed but fluid. I am lost but listening. I am ready for you to come through the portals. From my crown to the roots of my feet, I am ready for you to enter. Here. Now. Passing through this misery,I am ready to be mindful. Let all who come with me […]
The Bobcat
Without pride, senses controlled,born or to be born, we met as hilarious strangers, each wanting something impossible. I wanted all beings like you to be happy. You wanted no being to deceive another. For a brief moment, we were sincere.Both of us, protected against the spirits of the dead,on a darkened street, on the outskirts of the city, waiting to […]
I Miss You
everywhere, in the hairs on my head and of my body. In my nails, teeth, skin, flesh, sinews, bones, marrow, kidneys, heart, liver, diaphragm, spleen, lungs, stomach, bowels, mesentery, and excrement. I miss you. Your absence floats in my bile, my phlegm, my pus, blood, sweat, lymph, tears and saliva. I miss you. In the oil […]
Virgin Birth
Impregnated by the stars,the womb flower invited you, swifter than lightningyou were invoked, refreshing the entire world,a cloud releasing its rain evenly for all
The Birth of the Sacred Mirrors (for Alex Grey)
Birds settle on a tree for a while,and then go their separate ways again.There is no separate way apart from you.When I breathe, I can taste your breath,ablaze with an all consuming fire.When my heart aches,there is nothing you will not understand.Many have died in this house, but not you. Overtaken by this thing which men […]
Twin Flame
Search as I will, I cannot find the cause.Reunited with you, it doesn’t seem to matter, so holy and instinctual is this passion, the hummingbirds bring us offerings of flowers
Restoration
comes with night,a “Womb Flower”, the fountain of her blood, a precious curse cloaking its opulent tarp over the earth tent. In the morning, the dew of ecstasy.
Till death do us part
You were still a stranger to me then, when I longed to figure out your secrets, if you had any, before we fell in love and learned how to solve each other’s problems. Once I read a story about the “Wild Boy of Aveyon,” and you reminded me of that poor wolf child, a creature urged on by hunger, […]
Alone again
the scent of burnt cloves and saltwater sticking on her jeans She thinks about roasting coffee that way but doesn’t. The ocean is restless.