I find it,
in moments between planning and remembering
Like breaks of brilliant sunshine.
In the rise of my lover’s chest,
thick and warm beneath my cheek.
In the wild and beautiful flowers,
that don't know the word “****”.
In the unexpected, brilliant red and green of a hummingbird hovering,
so close… so close
In the increasingly rare moments when my daughter and I SEE each other,
fully as we are, bound and flawed.
In the now,
There it is.
and then. goes. only to come again.
forever, it comes again.
Ignorance and divinity are both vomiting over my mind, while i stand below them wondering if I should even bother to duck.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
There are so many things to do, directions to take, propositions to be made – each one waiting on these silly little green permission slips. Even the simplest of happily ever afters comes with quite a hefty price.
I just want to get ***** making stuff, making art, making food, making love. Sleep and repeat.
These ****** hands of mine -
when there's only space between -
are good for nothing.
but they will stay open, for you, nonetheless.
at long last comes rain
washing clean air, earth and soul
green, she comes again
she flayed herself open
at the alter of his brown eyes.
to burn off the cold.
child. naive. aware. enlightened.
warrior. stubborn. suspended. restraint
chameleon. encompassing. everything. lacking.
striving. needing. forward. moving.
and how about the rest of you?
kissing, sweaty skin love
licking the lengths,
to savor love
heat builds, slick
fingers, lips thick
wanting this love.
electric, passing love
fingers to chests
tongue to tongue
hips to hips
building in a moment, love