They climbed a boulder on the beach, animalistic and childlike. As she mounted to the other side her sandals were like paper. He beckoned from below arms outstretched... "Jump. I'll catch you." A trustworthy gesture, oblivious to her truth. She knew if she jumped her slip could be severe. Leaning back from the impulse to oblige at all costs, she planned her next step. Following adjustments she gracefully paved her way.
Curious
It's curious How I love him And he loves me.
Witness
Frizzled and frayed from the day, I pause to bask in love. He shines and I grow, a witness to blossom. Home in his hands, I surrender to the tension of his reflection against mine.
Manifestation
May you love and be loved. May you be love. You are love.
Breathed
The ocean breathes us, The wind breathes us, Weather breathes us; We are molecules to them.
To Dive
If the risks of the honest lover are foolish, then let me be a fool. What material pursuit supersedes the substance of love? If shirking illusions of grandiosity to delve deeper into your pool makes me blind, then let me feel the way.
Pieces of Home
Seagulls glide inland, sweeping shadows over towers. Pieces of home seem to follow wherever you go-- Reminders of interconnectedness. The farther I drift, the more tangible love becomes. Undocking from this murky harbor Rekindles the bittersweet serenity of solitude. Silky poison softly bathes me in intoxication. The more I swallow, the deeper I slip into this moment. It opens up and stretches out, As I hop from one fiber of experience to the next. I watch existence unfold in swirling clouds as they drift by. Ants push soil through cracks in the colony To form new paths that support our flow. God lives in every window of this city. My consciousness fills each pore of this square Etched out of nothingness. Who is it that steps behind my waterfall of thoughts? The essence of cognizance that observes my monkey mind. It drills through the seams of these walls, Stretches over the vast landscape beyond paned glass. It peers up through the floorboards as I stretch my limbs, And lands on the ceiling while I sleep. It hopped into a milk truck in the shade of night To drunkenly lay by a fountain. Ants part around her like the sea. Their nurturing destruction shows her what it is to be. They gush like water through open channels As their movement carves the walls.
Figurehead
Bitterness oozed in with the birds-- slipped into craters of my marrow. Awareness scooped each crevice clean and their poesy penetrated softly. They carry cells of your essence in their plumage to land like dew drops on my tongue. This figurehead dove in solitude, submerged in privacy to play with bubbles of you. Your letters brim with intimacy, peeling me from that bow, sucking fish bones and beetles from my neck, whisking my wooden limbs into waltz... Stone in the gaze of that ivory court an iota of warmth melts my defense. Our dance is without expectation; In pure creativity we flow.
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
A butterfly flutters across the Atlantic Immune to the pandemic To put a smile on my face. Staying with uncertainty My cells shimmer in golden sun Reflecting visions of tomorrow. Letting go to have Lo que nunca será Y siempre fue. Being here now To see a clear path forward... The one that brought me here.
Divine Play
She marches into the world
A raw nerve
Wearing acceptance,
Spilling truth to inspire
Other arms of her being
To let down their masks
And see oneness.
Unique iterations
In elaborate play,
Amusing ourselves
With illusions of company.
Maybe one day
Our arms will retract.