becoming.
the soil erases and repeats, splattering across our fingertips
a mud toned shimmer staining through the night sky.
but with this clutch comes the luring of our weathered lips closer then before
the heavy dashing and bursts of wind ricocheting across our shape
an all encompassing breeze grazing our copious being as one
in this open ended sentence.
i was made from a little of this and a bit of that,
my gripping roots dangling from red and white splinters hidden
deep in every crevasse and silhouette.
but locked in this forboding abyss is something warm and filled
with an ever lasting glow
for i can be electric
and i can be magnetic
and i can be the creation of power that ceases this escape.
breathe me in with your silence and your love
and i will never loose this heart
because my heart is this field and that ocean and those stars
waiting for some warrior to snap it in to place
i watch your lips move and your fingers search
and your hidden tapestry of subsistence
ignite from beneath my body until there is
nothing but THIS left behind.
the scent of night a blur across our lips.
sun rises, eyes open, and i wake.
good morning heavy heart, how i missed you.
