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you are fused within me
my cells have merged with your light
you are coursing through my veins
racing through the chemicals in my brain
expanding my lungs
my dna is altered
my signature changed
my vision enhanced

my soul received an upgrade
and it is you
pumping through my heart
with him I discovered I had fantasies
with you, darling, I experience them
if you can't forgive
you can at least
dismiss
owls at dawn Mar 5
there is a new atrium in my body
columns of light press into me from beyond
magic energies swirl in the prism
a garden is blooming here

the first guest, luscious rose
bringing hope, love, a full head of opening dewy petals
thorns proudly protecting

as I look
others come

periwinkle carpets the ground
knitting histories
intertwining limbs, loves, futures

aster sparkles
a constellation of playful stars
teasing in her spontaneous joy

calendula peaks around corners
then demands to be seen
leading by courageous example

frenetic color follows zinnia
explosions of unbridled absurdity
   and I fly
in the green mist of imagination

more seeds have been planted
are poking through the fertile soul
I fall endlessly into the boughs of white pine
safe, protected, filling my lungs with ancient wisdom

nesting, I am a small furry creature inside myself
pulsing in the ecstasy of Gaia's stewards
your garden of eden in my heart
owls at dawn Mar 1
I’m hopelessly swept up in you
I try to keep my post
but I can’t find it
everywhere I look is your face
everything I feel is you

it’s ok, they tell me
all you are is as it should be
your post has changed
we never walk d i r e c t l y
with absolute knowledge
into our new selves
our new lives

you’ve just taken a great big blind leap
into a very bright light
you can’t even imagine
who you will be
once your eyes adjust

so take a break from your becoming
and just be what you are right now…

love struck
owls at dawn Feb 28
his hands are a weighted blanket
emanating comfort and love
his hands are a vice
holding my body as my spirit ferociously erupts
his hands are a feather
tickling me to senseless fixation

his hands release me
from fear, pain, the past
owls at dawn Feb 28
endorphins + being in love

I never been so high
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