Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Summer solstice came
As my footfalls returned me here,
And with them,
a great sea-change,
Of my shelled heart,
a cracking
And from it grew,
Bloomed,
Burst forth a greater
Beating vessel,
Capable of holding more,
The conflicting emotions
And complexities of what can only come
For out-growing fear,
Of learning what to take away from lessons learned
From this recent venture home and round again;
This–my pilgrimage.
I hear the moth tangled in the lamp
And the clock’s tick tick
Metronome,
And I am left with stray thoughts
Looking for a home,
Trying to delineate
Where things stand,
And how we do
This dance,
Never giving it a name,
And more interestingly,
How we already simultaneously know
The steps.
In every waking moment
and coloring my dreams.
your human scent floods my senses
and widens my eyes.
You are found.
You are the question, and the answer.
The truth & the mystery.
you make my flight or fight response freeze —
Frozen, I await your warm body
to thaw my motions.
emotion running strong.
Passionate heat courses through my system.
Want, to need– for all of you;
I am yours in all I do.
The warmth melts
And opens up in me
Thoughts, emotions
I try to hold back,
But I cannot,
The want is an ache I savor,
For it is as close as I can get
to feeling your touch
< 9/16/2018
I fear ,
I fear
I am cycling
Back into the chaos
That ensnared
Me before,
This time the monsters aren't near,
Or clear,
But in whispers,
I start to hear
Strange mouths
Utter words that seem familiar,
And I read every word
To be about and for me,
I am curious,
And want to know
Alice, do I go,
Sucked down the vacuum
Down, down
Below
She of Letters 