So ethereal, the way the water pools into my cupped hands; its velvety caress and the cacophony of unpatterned rhythm lure me in to a tantric state. The being becomes what it surrounds itself with, the enlightenment comes from acceptance and awareness of this magical world around us. I am on a higher plane and outer space can be so refreshing.
She looked into her eyes staring back at her from the mirror and with a genuine smile on her face said “I love you.” That was the moment she knew that she had found true love.
Baby, you are a whirlwind. You are a shiny pinwheel representing youth and innocence. Did you ever imagine that you would recreate yourself again and again? Are there traces left of her and if so, in which deepest parts of you do you house her?
Now songs are no longer meant for lovers, they’re your words which hold you within their syllables. You are now a naturally molded piece of obsidian—from heat and fury you shine pitch black. Nothing has ever been more gorgeous.
She woke up and thanked the light of the sun for letting her breathe deeply before the day even begun. Woken to laughter and joy emanating from restricted bodies in their respective cages showed her that it wasn’t where you were, but who you became from it. Every gift has not been tied with a bow and some brought her so low she wished she were six feet underneath the rock blanketed by the night’s stars. The moments when she was deep down, wooden caskets deteriorated to free a changing body. The debris paved the way to aid in the growth of rainbow eucalyptus trees breathing fresh life into the birds and their tiny, fast-beating hearts. That way, when the flood came, her soul would fly to the atmosphere of this spherical planet that took you places and brought you back.
Joy is the shape of his smile
With lips that provide a fullness in the world as if
The moon were cradled in a cloud of love in outer space.
It is reflected in his eyes that also smile
Concentrating his energies in the action that provided
His fingers to pinch the air around him and anything within reach.
Joy is in the sound of his singing voice
Calling all to hear incomprehensible thoughts made up of
The nodding of his head and excited flailing of his being because he can’t contain
The forces of nature known only to him.
I just had a moment within myself where I found you just the way I missed you. It had been over half a year since we hadn’t physically seen one another. It was probably midnight or later and I knew you were on your way back just not what road you were on–in the literal but also figurative senses. Our friends knocked on my door and I had already dressed down since I wasn’t expecting you anytime soon–some delay, you said. There were ants running all throughout my body because I was itching for you.
I opened the door and was surprised to find our friends waiting for me outside. You were hiding behind them, but when you moved forward and came into view I truly felt myself melt at the sight of my soul lover. I moved so quickly towards you that before I reconciled it, I was in your arms. My smile couldn’t leave my face and for a moment, I was the powerful force of the waterfall pouring onto the awaiting pool of water. That night we spent in each others’ arms and from then on we were inseparable like the tangled ferns on the ocean floor.
I tend to run the quickest when in heels. When I dress up, I am someone else—a constant creation. I remember the night in a little black dress with my faux-leather platform boots. I looked like I was down to kill with my hair down and that dress that loved to ride up. In the night sky it rained hard and my girlfriends and I ran as fast as we could in the rain. It was a joyful night. The opportunity to fall from grace in a couple of steps with our bodies and hair drenched in the heaven’s tears was all the opportunity needed. Rain, rain, rain. I never wanted it to stop. Filled with the ecstasy of the world, of Mother Nature, that set our eyes to kill.
My piercing laugh pierced my heart and my ears. I needed the coolness of the night sky under the moon to keep my fiery temper in check. The cool water kept the fires in my body subsided, but gave space to a new flame—cold and unstoppable. The fires inside my head tormented me with a pleasure of the world. My friends were just as incandescent. Those beautiful women who flew in the rain, with feet that made a sharp, but powerful sound in the puddles were all and are all sisters to me. We shared a fire, differently, and burned from the inside out, outside in the pouring rain.
Drop after drop was landing on my eyelashes and I took off my glasses and ran without care. I did not stop to breathe, I did not stop to rest, but I ran backwards and forwards until I reached an adequate destination. I held on to the cord sharing my essence with that of my sisters and we maintained an energy that was endless throughout the hours of the night.