… pile it high with white-cloud whipped cream. we can share it, you and I — two spoons, the plate between. that wet dab of blue on your lower lip … ah, Love! let’s lick the day clean. (Manna Meditations Day 22 – For T) 💛
I lie down on the lake … Hot languid light: Liquid green at my back, and a face full of sky — cielo. See that blue, though —a broken-open huskof heaven. No place to be.Nothing to say.Two palmfuls of cloud… Let’s just lie hereand be still. ❤
Go out into the world:
Go! Yes, you — though you are fearful and fragile and small.
Go broken-winged and bent-boned and beauty-starved… Lovesick. Stardrunk. Skydizzy.
Or go sharp-eyed and sober, if that’s how it is — the hunger for the light a clenched fist in your stomach …
For T, who wears the ring that matches mine: let’s make a spacefor the spunsilk oftoo much talk slideways,slippery,wordslip between lips & too muchtongue– slowslid,slowtongued,silklipped& loving– tonight let’s talk until 2 a.m.
i go down into the liquid riverdark: wet. moon-lap leaf-light, white. the river in my mouth and the light in the river– Go on, moongirl: swim.