beloved, i cannot swear allegiance to your god. if it is he who is to be the face of the beloved then i am truly lost – but goddess help me i have felt the ocean in my bones, burned with the fire of a thousand petty suns longing for a god made manifest. and…
let me feel the moon in the sky – feel the tide rise crashing pulsing waves that animal my limbs and fidget my fingers, let me speak in the tongues of the crazy and the loved, the muttering who saw the world when the rising moon still mattered. there is no sleeping in this…
because some days i watch my skin dissolve in your presence and my being ever expanding like the space between stars drifts morning light amongst the trees.
and sometimes we wake face down amongst the debris of the tide line, sea grass entangled sun pulling salt skin taut across our bones. there is no knowing our name or how it is we came here but there is a thirst in us and across the mudflats, beyond the driftwood and bodies of creatures…
i woke to find infinity had taken the space below my ribs where sometimes the world waits with words like you and i. rolling my eyes inwards i could see vast oceans of starscapes above and below the silent horizon. i lay still, steady breathing that sweet salt sea so as not to spill the…
of course they would come holding bits of night in dark shadows under white wings that whisper low along the road sighing across the rooftops. they will find the moon before it sets. beyond the hilled horizon where it has already plunged orange and silent behind the trees, they will find the moon beyond these…
if i have made a god of you i am sorry. if i have built alters and shrines to the beauty of your being only to sacrifice my self at your feet, i ask for pardon. if i have worshiped at the temple of you, taken your name in vain in the quiet of the…