A Fine Zenith
A stone in my chest
radiates the blue color
of new fallen snow
under the full moon.
It rises from my gut
through my diaphragm
and lungs,
heart and throat,
through my eyes
and the top of my skull
to a fine zenith
around which
the universe rotates,
around which I rotate
radiating light
from the cracks
in my battered heart.
The Other Side
I stand
at the precipice
the view
cliff and chasm
river winding
far below
the other side
lush and inviting
gravity pulls
me forward
I’m not afraid
of falling
I know
if I fall
I will burst
into flight
My Muse Calls at 3 AM
I rise in the dark,
dream myself into being.
Whose face peers back
from the morning mirror?
What spice
runs through my veins?
My hair awaits
the comb of dawn.
My pen scratches paper,
bleeds incarnadine ink.
From those wounds,
flow poetry.
The perfume
of night blooming flowers
meets the aroma
of dawn.
In the flow of scents,
a new day is born.
I sense the curves
of my ever-changing body,
feel the delicious breast pain
that informs me
I'm a growing girl.
Light from Your Eyes
I like the idea
of surrounding you
as you enter my cave
I imagine your adagio
inviting me
to grip you tighter
pull you deeper
into the darkness
of desire
the animal
of my heart
purrs and howls
as you become
a horse
galloping in place
until
you
surrender
I want light
to shine from your eyes
fill sweet space
as we glow
in the embrace
of the moment
while radiance
surrounds and suffuses
our convergence
I Am an Ocean
I am deep and dark.
I am bathed in light and shade.
I am home to minute and immense.
I give birth, I nurture.
In my deepest, darkest places,
there is light.
When I feel darkness,
when I feel I am not enough,
when I feel self-doubt or self-loathing,
when I feel I don’t fit or belong,
I will try to remember
in my deepest,
darkest places,
there is light.
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