butterflies

by virtue of this madness i surrender completely

to the confusion, the swallowed moon,

the arrogance of him, his

body-scent-gaze

i willfully submerge

my darkness rising

as what he craves is

my soft taffy pulled through

this swallowed moon’s light

what he craves is life

what was, what is though wavy,

and will be

what he craves is woman

rather, this woman

gathered of soft-blow-heat-energy

mystery and magic

who is a seeker, a dreamer, a wanderer

set on the horizon as that is

all she has

(save her perfect/beautiful balance of fear and fascination)

this is what i know

mystery manifests more often than fact

statistics are misleading

and/or mislead

arrogance is our collective downfall

storms cleanse,

dreams deliver

we are fragile

and precious

and love:

is everything

tonight i am (8-14-16)

tonight I am

wavy

feeling the breath of him

woven by the heat, the night,

the undertow music

wanting a bar cherry and

thinking that all journeys lead to this:

wanting to be sucked under again

 

6.30.16

today i am

misted

braced

working on my language of letting go

and thinking of him

6.28.16

today i am scorned

beware

of this woman

no longer sacrificial

though still soft and round

and full of dream-laden power

6.26.16

today i am

feeling my own darkness

becoming less and less

an open book

considering embracing this new status of woman

as a dirty little secret

 

fierce from here forward