Our kiss.
Combustible
You and I.
Static and ashes.
All that’s left is light
Given by the moon.
You and I
Swept into the other side
Joining the entire celestial cosmos.
Free from gravity
We return
Back where we belong.
Becoming everything
Yet nothing.
Everywhere yet nowhere.
Home.
You
Traversed
Valley lows
And
Mountain highs,
Busy streets
And alley ways
Not knowing who you were.
Until
You thought they named you.
Now you are
Misplaced
For
You do not fit in a name.
I disappear.
Sometimes for days.
Sometimes for weeks.
It is a silent departure
Unnoticed but by me.
For it is a part of me you cannot see.
My heart.
This heart takes leave of my
Mind
For they struggle so
To agree
And sometimes one just has to go.
I
Sat in the jungle
And disolved into the stillness.
Jaguar approached me
And pierced my skin.
As blood fell to the jungle floor
She said,
“This is the blood of everyone.
The anguish of your mothers
And fathers
Has already been shed.
You are anew.
You choose to carry pain from the past
Because you believe
You are supposed to.
Release it.
It is not yours to carry.
Your ancestors
And all of the universe
Wish for you to
Let it go.”
I lay my head upon your chest.
Each heartbeat I feel upon my cheek.
Strong and steady it speaks
A message meant for me
Hidden
In every
Rhythmic beat.
A serene soul whisper.
“I am love.
“You are loved.”
Plant the seed.
Be the the sun.
Be the water.
Be the one who tends to
The soul in need.
Be the one to lend a hand
And help
The weary stand.
On this day I am feeling melancholy.
I cannot speak.
It is as if my hands are lead
And my feet do dread
Every step.
My eyes have forgotten how sweetly
They can see.
Even though the sun rises to
Caress my heart and remind me
I am alive.
My body screams
As it talks to itself
Misinterpreting every word.
My breath does not delight in the pleasure of
Breathing
This day.
The birds call to me once more.
“See child there is life all around you.
Why then do you cry in loneliness?”
Our love cannot be
Written in a poem.
The mere thought
Of it makes my heart tremble.
It is those words left unspoken,
Unwritten
Floating free
Between the ink and paper.
It is omnipresent
Yet
Cannot be possessed.
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