listening to the clacking rounds
of traffic skipping beats...bridging
storms overhead.
watching her water below, break
a tide.
we're flowing together, she's never
the same--as i am not.
we both know when to leave each
other be, and when not.
a wind falls and spreads her many
faces today--and i keep mine as
straight as death.
we keep at our reasons, till we spit
them out.
she's unsheathing a shimmering
sword across the Manhatten/Bronx skyline...
and she's telling me it's a **** good fight.
i lower my head, and make intermittent
eye contact with a respect that bears the
brunt of being Mothered~
i spend more and more time at her feet...
because she courses no return.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
listening to the clacking rounds
of traffic skipping beats...bridging
storms overhead.
watching her water below, break
a tide.
we're flowing together, she's never
the same--as i am not.
we both know when to leave each
other be, and when not.
a wind falls and spreads her many
faces today--and i keep mine as
straight as death.
we keep at our reasons, till we spit
them out.
she's unsheathing a shimmering
sword across the Manhatten/Bronx skyline...
and she's telling me it's a **** good fight.
i lower my head, and make intermittent
eye contact with a respect that bears the
brunt of being Mothered~
i spend more and more time at her feet...
because she courses no return.
