Now fading
Touch turning into
fingers melting into skin
Burning through flesh
Marking our bodies
…
like
ash traces
like sod from The Spreading Fire
Transitioning
Going, going, gone
I have only just begun
Oh how sorrowful and exciting
this parting
Sounds of tears and snorts coming from my right
As we sigh our goodbyes
visually impaired
Am I
mist clouding my insides
blurring vision
blocking out ..
preventing me from realizing that this is the end
ever so melancholic and nostalgic
how I love and cherish this state
But I do fear it as well
—
I have carved out tunnels in myself
inner erosion
…
tender loving care
comfort
cracking
standing in front of an abyss
together
falling alone
—
safety
belonging
fitting together
so perfectily warped
into a collective poetic body
now scattered across the floor
or the roof
of the cosmos
like a planet swallowed up by a black hole
now transforming into something new
another kind of life
like a ray of light or
pearly dew drops on rose petals
footprints in clay
I remember
the fields
the feels in the fields
the early days; with coconut oil and charcoal
one big poetic mess
in the Nest
dreamy eyes
wild hearts
voracious appetites
quivering bodies
pulsating minds
alertness turned aloneness turned aliveness turned a
i don’t know where to end this rant
maybe
here:
The Rose