Careful and delicate
Sprawling words that inked and arched the whispers of long lost plant songs, breath of children, smiles of elders
Their desires pulled me deeper into the moss bed, cool and damp, layers of questions spun around my head into spider silk , I twirled them into my fingers and licked them off.
They taste best prepared this way and then forgotten in the thicket
Dew pools on his lower lip, plump and iridescent. Molten eyes fastened to it,
It Quivers and drops and I am quick as thunder to save it from falling.
I have been thirsty in this dream and he tastes like one thousand crystal springs after months careening through the desert.
Searching for the answers, for meaning, for a passion.
In her warm sun, my skin cell by cell turned again into sand so pachamama can use me up
send me far on her winds
piece by piece to where she needs me,
or to where i need her.
Where I ache for her,
I am fashioned back together under long limber tree ferns and a pin cushioned sky.
Stitches to my breast, my rib cage, my fingers with the antennas of monarchs and atlas moths and they laugh and flutter around my skull
And I try to laugh too
At the thought of it all but my lungs aren’t there yet
And I haven't breathed deeply enough yet
And I am just to sit here, to wonder here.
Inside my head, my chest, why the trees around me smell of cinnamon and cloves
And how the toadstools present themselves in a ring.
And why I can’t say hello to him?
Cloaked in the swirling fog, dark locks cascading over his shoulders with jewels and stars and amethyst hearts.
I see him. He’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
And I want to touch him,
him and the thoughts behind quick glances and daydreams
tumbling around the back of his mind like the way the ocean pulls his waves in and out upheaved to the sea shore,
professing his love for her over and over again.
Small kisses, sweet laps along her walls,
And i want to smile at him
So I do.
A long cheshire grin,
of knowing of yearning and waiting.
Sunflowers cascade around the edge of my lips and crawl to him,
onto his lap,
into his heart.
They’re all i can send from here
Wrapped in my silks
And I think i have known him for lifetimes.
I recognize this voice in the pine tops when they blow closer to one another.
Telling me the world is topsy turvy and that time isnt all its chalked up to be.
Its forwards and backwards and all sorts of up and down
and they reminded me that we have oh so much of it but never any at all
so i shouldn’t fret on what i can’t touch.
And thats true comfort,
i breathe in to newly sprouted ribs.
That in my head is this bounty, this wood and this human.
And perhaps it only exists to me, only for a moment a spell and a second.
Long enough to taste the feeling of want and desire and livliness.
Long enough to know this is home.