There's beauty
in containment-
which is only
liberation-
permission to
let go
and
defy
design

I'm a field of
wildflowers
in a
vase
and I couldn't be
more free.

you played me like your favorite instrument
and plucked out all the joy from my life

at first, we lived in harmony
but then you destroyed a part of me

we said no strings attached
but now I'm tied in knots

we said we'd try and improvise
but ended up telling all those lies

you amplified your complaints
and struck me with a beat

even though we ended on the wrong note
our lyrics still get caught in my throat

I found you, I've found you,
my golden man,
you and me,
let's conquer the land.

sunshine fella,
mine forever,
you and me,
let's ride together.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

If you listen carefully enough you can hear her voice break as her words smash off the rocks of her insecurities.

the storms may come, let them come
change the color of the sea, let them come
the face may darken, toss and turn
the moon laughs
the creatures that live so deep
they rest soundly in their beds
without concern
this Love vibrates along the ocean floor
untouched

Even after ten years
of living alone
the coal mine depth
of the morning silence
stuns me.
Time was, it could be
pierced by Mozart,
birdsong, poetry.
Now it has become
an impenetrable,
invisible wall
that I strain at
but cannot
hear through.
I accept that it
is permanent.
I know that when
the silence ends,
I will too.

If you were broken, and i had the parts to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i'm afraid the parts that i use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away