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We are cyclic beings
Living under our cyclic mother
We howl to her and she turns red
Our cheeks and finger tips blush
Like a cherry
Like blood
Like a fire with a heart
We become her
We bleed, we ovulate, we phase
In an infinity loop
(Mirror images, round, fertile energies)
Becoming and unbecoming
Tongue is good.
but not so dazzling
when it is trying
to be the truth.
you in your discomfort
may you find the state of mind
that belongs to you.
Set on that vibe which may not
destroy you. for you are never
truly exhausted in being.
just soar and be with them.
the masters.
Ascend, May we all ascend in our own time.
I never saw you.
Just the sound of you. wafting loud
thru the mid-night air.

The low cadence of your
exhale eased me. Us.
Sent us to sleep.
But we laughed at the
awkward noise. wounds showing.

Each night you planted grove
after grove. inside my heart.
centering me still. the rhythm.
the steady meditation.

The slow stream of your breath.
So that when you were gone.
I missed it.
We sync with others and just don't know it.
  Jan 13 Tanisha Jackland
Where does one go
When their rock turns into sand?
My mountain has crumbled and
I am swept off my feet
          And adrift
                    In a sea
That I know nothing about
Sure. He professes the permanence
of his love for you.  
Drawing honey
from you
then licking the nectar
off your nubile body.

You being
his sustenance.
and will to life.
love and the pursuit of *******.

But you. being in short fore-sight
fall for said proclamations.
And give him your
loyalties. your love.
The sweet source from your being.

Then. Life happens. **** happens.
pregnancy. or not. Big **** things
are laid upon you. Both. Seemingly
the insurmountable roots up. Then what.

Will he be still and dive deeper into you.
Or will he flee like an ambushed army.
Time will always speak a subtle truth. girl.
Watch for it.

Closely watch.
The moon is under-rated.
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