Love, Blessing

What do our spirits look like? Maybe they mirror an eternal Eden of evergreen madness where life is in overflow.

Please,

He caught me. I’m in love.

If you stare at the clouds for long enough you'll see your face. God, what a way to love us.

I love until the last bite of sanity leaves my lips and shadows, like broken hearts in broken jars, no longer scare me.

In my daydreams I'm on the side and, I watch another girl with eyes like mine take my lines and hold my man and I wish I could be just like her. She says she's in love when she's in love and, is a willing witness to the majesty of falling. Maybe you fell for that girl who, sometimes shows her face out of the darkness in my pupils. My body is a clay pot ready for her bloom. She is a bright yellow, budding then bursting like fireworks on winter nights

I smiled at myself; so much that my mouth ached more than my womb.

I lit, ran, plugged, dipped, scrubbed, cracked, spread my back on water, floated down the hole. In the dark I rubbed myself in lavender and aloe, felt love from the outside in, held both palms over candles for seconds too long and learnt how to heal myself. I tore you down from my history, hid your name in black ink, held you to the light and watched you fly away. When all of my plants lost their youth and wrinkles stretched far and wide, when my lips quivered for another set of hands, I raised my feet one by one. Callus to floor, I pushed, clamped down, grit my teeth, hard, shed my skin and learnt to walk again.

Don’t you want to share yourself, to become so interwoven with The Mother that your breath is the dew that forms on blades of grass? I think we all desire to sprout, bear fruit and be replanted on this Earth.