the fabric of a Sunday night in Seattle
the rain comes
in torrents
ravaging the sky
pressing hard
into the earth
aching, turgid clouds
release as
I drift off
in the arms of
the Beloved
mind quiet
heart peaceful
body spent
the rain comes
in torrents
ravaging the sky
pressing hard
into the earth
aching, turgid clouds
release as
I drift off
in the arms of
the Beloved
mind quiet
heart peaceful
body spent
first they were far away from a country girl riding bareback into the storm then they were buried beneath cubicles and his need for sports and security later they came wailing with the babies and their scattered, pressing needs now, my dreams come like a swarm of bats flying out of my heart to be…
flesh and blood am i not (only) a projection of your mind not a fantasy to keep you warm or feeling “sexy” tenderness and tears am i not a soft couch to visit when you’re lonely or need a surrogate mother sister wife flesh and blood and tears and sadness and smiles and joy am…
it’s not just that his lips are sexy it’s that they speak truth and ask deep questions laughter pours forth from them (also kindness, gentleness and acceptance) yes, i like them against my mouth (and other places) but it’s the substance of him that pull me in to his gravity
singing bowl rosewater and tears fingers pressed on tender skin the xx our union burst of sandalwood in moment of surrender candelight shimmering a shower of sweat and whispers of devotion morning light
mad libs and laughter rain crashing against windows three girls warm and loved