Today I’ll sit right in the middle of it,
in the thick, dense, lush bustle of love.
It does not do me any good
to exist on the periphery of this one.
Feel the pulse of my heart beat
as it runs through your finger tips
and turns your lips the richest mix
of red and pink. Forget all future things;
now is for sinking into our spirits,
the way yours sparkles through your eyes
and I’ve lost all doubt in universal signs,
spellbound in this spotlight for as long as it shines.
You’ve conjured up an aura that preoccupies my mind
with fascination for how the chapters in our stories
might use the time these bodies
find themselves writing the same lines
on the same side of the page.
The human heart
in search of a hand
that will hold it when the ache starts,
sharp bursts that break apart
our cold exteriors, tearing a hole
through calm atmospheres.
Craving someone else just to be here
to hear us shatter
and understand our cracks in the pavement,
how we fall through the gaps out of fear
of losing something worth saving for later.
Clinging onto the bruises that might matter
as if they are clues mapped out on skin.
Wearing ourselves thin,
instinct starving by the second,
till we can’t tell where the road ends
and the souls of our feet begin.
Spread your fingers wide, arms raised
towards the sky, like the sun
is pulling you to new heights,
to open spaces now that your hands
are no longer wrapped tight around your body
with impossibilities repeating.
Meet your feelings as peace doves,
treat their wounds, gather up their spilled blood.
Let the daylight soak into the scars on your exposed skin,
breathe in to your love coming home.
At times I come across a soul
so quick to bring me down
I wonder what their story is
and what joy they have found
in superficial conflicts
or actions brought of anger,
how do they think
that will make the world a better
place, for us to live on together?
Hearts closed to the bigger picture
this is how they respond to the suffering
of others, by increasing the fracture
till we’re all just single broken bones
in a human body,
for a collective heart heavy.
Spreading the disease
of jumping to the worst assumptions
about another human heart
without knowing its best intentions.
But love is a doing word
so let’s all keep in mind
that in a world already tough enough
at least we tried being kind.
You happened upon my skeletons
and helped name them,
you see ours
and clothe them
for the funeral of all endings.
If I am Lady Death,
you are the instinct
which sings magic
over all that is tangled,
and sheds tears
to join our souls
into a force
that loves a lifetime,
till all I can hear
is the drumming of our hearts,
that love and life
are to be lived
by the bones.
Quiet, dear mind,
when thinking breaks you apart
cascade your confessions onto this page
till you come away empty.
Feel, dear heart,
numbing the strain does not soften the break
fear not the flood of sensations
for with your rhythmic beat they will dissipate.
Presence, dear body,
one day you will feel at one with yourself
and your reach will be infinite;
here you can tend to your trauma.
Freedom, dear soul,
rest with expectation for the next adventure
and leave behind everything
that resists your balletic wandering.