if we are not here, bodies of dust and clay, to declare this love under a fast fading sky – then why, my love, are we here at all.
if the sun had not risen if the rain had not fallen if loerie had not sat perfect green on the archway waiting for us to pay attention. if it had not rained more misting the ocean on the way down the hill if the air had not pulsed warm rich with rain and ocean…
And if it be we come to this far shore empty and alone, let it be love that called us- and love that brings us home.
love never changed her mind or changed her ways. she has always been in love with you, with the fiery heart of your living – your burning passions that could set a room aflame – the quiet your of being in the emptiness. she knows your vulnerabilities, your need to keep yourself warm. and perhaps…
women have long lost their skins to love – whether it be fox or selkie or leopard or bear that let them live wild in bramble dreams and kelp forests of shadowed light as the moon rose deep in their animal bodies. and some mornings we wake skinless in a soft rain world thrumming fascial,…
if i pause a moment hard breath to the forest quiet untangle the brambles that are snagging my skin – pull my hair from the cat-thorn that begs me to wait – if i stop here a moment on this path barely marked by the feet of those who walked it before, will my heart…
it is your love, love that draws me here again to walk soft in your presence on feet made of dust to stand once more new sloughed skin to the sky to be the prayer i speak to the night, hands open to the falling rain.
9/30 she did try to make a molehill of that mountain but when he returned to them he smelled like another country like elsewhere and soap, a distant shore – and how could she ever come home to somewhere she had never been before.
does it matter, love who called who into existence first whether it was the i that created the you or the you that created the i. does it matter any more than it matters that we are here now together, love. does it matter, love whether or not we have already failed, whether this has…
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…