NATURE OF HEART

Dual curved carved
crystalline
earth pointed plasmic
        Oneness
quantum wave
particled
allows Heart to heave

Heal with white light
eagles
on Tibetan height nights  
continuously crafted
                      through storm eyes
looping solace
                      sighs
whorling whispering

Rain tears feed
its sizzling stamens
pistillate androgyny
crying  
           crumbling
simultaneously graniting
                    granting access
                          piously

Soft supple sublime
                    in rhythmic dance
twirls across seaspun song
sealed
bends baritone bones
           gliding through skulls
of ancestral
                  sacrament

Heart curiously examines
           coral swimming coloured
through sockets
                  smiling

Silent sacred still
holds no longings or
                 exalted expectations
observes
its own arising gyrations
        destructions
cannot label
nor muse
or impress empress
governors or lover
                      fathoms no fools

Only presents
primal  
          lingering longings
for its own beatings
          irrepressible expressions
lavic lush luminosic
           explosions of expirations

split open
exposing slivered voluptuous
               vulnerability
breathing


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024

People think i’m sensitive
They don’t know my battles
They don’t know what i’ve been through and what i’ve emerged from
They don’t know how strong I am
If I’m sensitive
Then being sensitive is the strongest of all

I feel there’s no boundary
between me and the world.

Everything comes in,
everything goes out.

The membranes of my skin
let anyone enter—
and let all my self-love
slip away.

Sometimes I think my verses are bare and raw.
The same way I believe I have a way with words,
I feel I don’t.

Sometimes I wish I could shape them,
so they wouldn’t be so direct—
that I could mold them
like water atoms between my fingers.

I don’t know.
Strange.

I just don’t want to be
so dry,
sometimes.

If a heart can tremble,
mine is trembling now.

That thing about the law of attraction—
well,
I imagined my divorce,
imagined myself radiant,
dancing wildly,
happy,
without you.

Look at us —
everything’s falling apart now.

We don’t talk anymore.
We’ve become roommates.
Apartment 403,
welcome.

He works,
I stay home —
that’s the dynamic.

I asked what would become of us,
what you wanted me to do,
and I found myself longing
for you to actually tell me what to do.

If you said, die,
I would die.
Just please —
not in a painful way.

Sometimes I’m quick to say
I don’t want you—
and many other times I’m slow to say,
stay with me.

You know I’m a strong, powerful woman,
but you also know
I’m just a child.
I grew up without a father.
I don’t know how to love.
I only know how to give myself
and sink
into a vicious cycle of love
and dependency.

Save me now,
take me out of this sharp curve.
I need to breathe, my love.

Hold me in your arms—
I need the warmth,
the comfort,
a sweet kiss
with the taste of honey.
Amen.

You know I love
to wrap myself in your legs,
spread across the bed,
with the scent of our love.

Today was good,
tomorrow will be better.
Days of struggle are not
the end of the story.
With you…
I want bossa nova.

Poetry was an accident in my life.
I wasn’t looking
for this way to express myself.

I admit I like it.
I don’t write every day—
only when I’m truly inspired.
I should write more often;
it’s good for me.

It’s just hard…
Sometimes living passively
feels more pleasurable
than actually doing something with life.

When I write,
I want to be honest.
I want people to feel uncomfortable
when they read my words—
because reading all this
is too much.

Because standing so close
to someone else’s vulnerability
feels strange.

I want to be sincere
in every, every
single word,
because I feel I’m too big
for anyone to hold.
I can’t even hold myself.

And I want, in the future,
to read my own words
and feel uncomfortable
with myself—
because by then,
I’ll be someone new.

I told you no.
I should have walked away.
But I’ve been rejected so many times…
I think I’ve embraced the cause.

I should be a strong woman—
but what does that even mean?
Thinking only of myself?

Forgive me, my love—
next time,
I’ll open everything
I possibly can
for you.