The Pregnant Unknown trails softly behind us:
Love’s secret voice
whispering, even begging us to surrender hesitancy,
that precarious net new lovers hold
while wading barefoot in shallow waters…
…this tide gently pulls us further,
Love offers us the gift of buoyancy over its fearful depths
as we pass in and out of each others arms…

Angels and demons on either side, guiding us,
but they can only see so far – oh, the power we hold!
We are both: pillars anchored separately in Love
and that space in between
where we mix beyond praise and premonition,
outside of time, yet we unfold.

Embolden by your spirit,
your imperfections revealing your vulnerability,
framing your beauty and humanity,
my own dawn with blinding clarity and stories untold.
Complete and overthrown by this Mystery
peeking from behind our fear,
dancing through our fresh eyes,
we are Here
mirroring in Love’s infinite womb.

...See the blood that
paints this place
red
while gods play
with everything that surrounds
heaven and hell
Most in the masquerade
pretend
not to see
the hungry flies
in the lifeless bodies' eyes
but the stench is what
haunts their dreams
until it forces them to
walk away from the truth
and rot
in the comfort
of their bed with stolen wines
while simple people die
from thirst
In the end
people will not talk about life
anymore but
who gets
what...

every
cobalt blue
feather         less
  s  o  n  g    b  i  r  d  
t    r   a   p   p   e  d
w   i   t   h   i   n
     a  b r i t t l e      
cage
will
  beat
clipped wings
'til
  droplets begin
filling
silent
  ruby pools  
with fluttering desires  
to fly free & sing