Wet still holding the memory of night slowly wakes me
My Meraki grows old with you, caring so curious to see
Love attends your needs: rich, creamy selfless, we undo
Creative in a deep I left a piece of my soul inside of you
You are my work & weave, shapes deliberately too slow
Feel the dips and curves in you--sits inside you to grow,
We are there present in a small offering touching whole,
You water me that rises from the roots in words that toll
My interior-you leaves an imprint in a soft way of living
What do you want to do in your precious gray of giving,
Silent as the stars, you invite, me coming back to a home
Open up to me in the yawning--I know you like to roam.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
Wet still holding the memory of night slowly wakes me
My Meraki grows old with you, caring so curious to see
Love attends your needs: rich, creamy selfless, we undo
Creative in a deep I left a piece of my soul inside of you
You are my work & weave, shapes deliberately too slow
Feel the dips and curves in you--sits inside you to grow,
We are there present in a small offering touching whole,
You water me that rises from the roots in words that toll
My interior-you leaves an imprint in a soft way of living
What do you want to do in your precious gray of giving,
Silent as the stars, you invite, me coming back to a home
Open up to me in the yawning--I know you like to roam.
There is that restless yearning in us that seeks to feel the like in the each of our every morning holding onto that memory of us deep in a broken fountain and with that dawning, a thought that maybe a simple gray will move us closer to real beauty in the light of darkness. Meraki
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