under the marbled May moon
spring peepers holler from the tree line
the scent of vetiver on my hair
respirating grass beneath my palms
i am alone, and
aloneness is a gift
sacred time meant for communion
with the divine

like all my favorite romances
flirting, no expectations
and reciprocity
you seeking me
as i stumbled onto the path of you
surprised i find myself
in a budding new love affair
with the transcendent

as a wave you wash over me
i relish in the caress
you ebb on and i am content upon the sand
deep, nourishing water can never be held
in two small hands
possession is an illusion
your home is a divine vastness
and there you belong

remember when we watched the stars write in cursive
feeling the wild
the sky asked to absorb me
continually i surrender

first language
mother tongue
my body
my home

she is ancient, bold
blood like fierce gold
old skins falling down
the thorn inside the crown
death is new life
rewrite and rewrite

the primordial landscape:
a raw, clay slab floating in cosmos
one simmering puddle on its surface
where ivory moonstones were plucked
and put into your mouth
forming your bright, brave teeth
anointing all your words with freedom
your mouth forever a vessel for healing