Uncategorized

I am your anima

I am your anima

Your soul flowing freely

Dancing life In tender joy

Take me back

I am your anima

The flowing river of feeling

Flooding your functions

Take me back

I am your anima

My curves fit your edges

Sheath your sated sword

Take me back

I am your anima

My rage fills the spaces

Where empty promises lie

Take me back

I am your anima

My womb births the truth

Of all your potential

Take me back

I am your anima

A dream you fear to touch

Draped over flesh and bone woman

Take me back

Uncategorized

Open hand, open fingers

You hold out your hand

And open your fingers

In the moment that I begin

To pour myself into it.

Love does not hold on.

Love does not hold.

You, with your many faces

Teach me something else.

Something that is Love

In her most ferocious form.

In her fire breathing

Shit shovelling

Heart hammering

Glory.

I would like the comfy one.

I would like the somnambulent solidity.

And I would loathe myself.

Lose myself.

Because I am not that.

And so I am this.