Reflections

I saw the face of god today I simply could not look away It came in waves  From your shining eyes Ancient wisdom Sweet surprise  It’s something that cannot be said But the heart sings here I am again You watched yourself see me see you We held and swirled in endless loop And touched… Continue reading Reflections

Energy Work

When the energy rises to my throat, I am met with fear.  I’m surprised to discover it.  It’s like that sometimes, the emotion lurking somewhere in my body, hesitant to make itself known.  I can’t blame it; I used to be in the habit of rejecting what I felt automatically.  My body doesn’t yet know… Continue reading Energy Work

Gathering

I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it  I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering

Whole Heart

I want you to stay Yet when you leave there is pleasure There is memory to sift Like sparkles in sand A thousand little gems in my hands This contrast is a defining quality Of loving you To bow my head before its beauty Only able to weep in awe And to be broken from… Continue reading Whole Heart

Star Child

At the time I could not comprehend– And would not until after the end– The wisdom of the choice you made: The way you left, the way you came. I’d been daily drinking from the well Of my lonely nihilistic hell, And I don’t know if I’d have ever seen That there are other ways… Continue reading Star Child

Soul Retrieval

There’s a moment in your bathroom when I feel myself become him, without even trying.  I’m standing facing you, feasting my eyes on you, giggling with the kind of unbridled joy I have rarely experienced but which seems to be increasingly present in my life now, when I feel my shoulders broaden, my hips narrow,… Continue reading Soul Retrieval

Making the Bed

When morning comes, you ask me if I’d like to make the bed Not with words but with intent Your hand on the crumpled sheet  Your eyes gesturing to a future moments from now When all that fabric lies smooth and placid But I don’t think I will make the bed Not today Because for… Continue reading Making the Bed