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Scorpius Apr 2020
I find
Myself
Surprising
Myself,
Delighting
In new paths
Between postures
And postulates,
The bits
Feeling
Arbitrarily
Divided,
Or
Loosely
Connected,
By stories,
Or both.
And I
Feel
My grip
Slipping,
And wonder
What
Becomes
Of that which
I let go.
And I giggle
On my next
Breath
In.
Scorpius Apr 2020
I felt
The smile
Tug
At my edges
Before
Reaching
Those
Of my mouth.
Having let go
Just briefly
Of the have-tos
And musts,
I saw
The great play
I’d forgotten
I was
Cast for
And smiled
For the me
That forgets.
Scorpius Apr 2020
I find ease
In my flow, and
I catch
My mind
Seeking,
Holding
A glimpse
Of what
Isn’t mine
For now
But has been
Before.
And she
Draws my eyes
To what has been,
What will be,
What could be,
If only,
Before I breathe
And notice
Resenting
My head
Doesn’t make it
Not hurt.
So I breathe in
What it is
To flow
And hurt
And out
What it is
To notice
Hurting
And flow.
And she waits
On my mat
For my ease
To return
So she can
Remind me
The other
She has
To offer.
Scorpius Apr 2020
I find
The posture
That follows
Next  
And watch
The versions
Of myself
Spin
Away
To later -
Cleaning,
And dancing,
And reading,
And cooking,
And laughing,
And I smile
As my body
Reminds me
Of other nexts
Before those
That follow.
And I breathe
And find
My posture
And watch
Once more.
Scorpius Apr 2020
I rose
Restored
And searched
For words
To weave
Through
Echoes
Remembered,
To represent
Their shape,
To make
Them here
And now
And later,
For sharing.
But the words
That came
Bent to
Things
Noticed
Instead
And here
And now
I share.
Scorpius Apr 2020
I sit
And breathe
With the owl
Song
And wish
For leaves
In thousands,
On the ends
Of arms
Spread,
Strong
And steady,
And long
For bits
To whisper
And shiver
With the wind,
A rustling
Swell
Behind owl song.
And then
I remember
To forget
Myself
As I sing
And rustle
And breathe
My way
To the next
Moment
We are creating.
Scorpius Apr 2020
She slinks
Between feet
Curling one
Last
Bit
Of tail
Around
Wrist
Nuzzling
Nose
To shoulder
And scampering
Past
When
I reach
To engage,
To satisfy.
Tempting
And fleeing,
On
To the next.
And he
Is patient
And slow
And strong
When
It’s time,
Waiting
And ready
For my return.
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