
I Will Make A City of Your Smile
I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in.
I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in.
I danced till my ashen covered feet sparked the ember in the tinder of possibility…
The stones and stars envy the movements of your legs and tongue…
Waking up in the morning with the scent of you buried beneath my nails…
The Promise of union with You has kept me alive, And fearing separation from You, many deaths I have died
grasp the ripened fruit of it, and revel in the juices that escape your eager lips, running down your chin…
Would you recognize the voice of your own Soul? Shouldn’t you?
my final love poem to you will be written across my soul in the strong script of my beating heart
…falls onto my soul like dew onto grass
a smile that chases your shadows away
feel the pull of the invisible threads of the moon
I long to burn…
finding the space to be still…
We are drops of rain longing to return to the Ocean…
Looking for me?….
Like ashes, like oceans gathering themselves…
From the sea’s wet salt kiss…
I am whole beneath your hands
Birthed anew each moment in Your Light, I stand on the precipice outside of myself, ready to jump
I am called to join the pack & hunt the scent of wine