A feeling of unravelling, an unfoldment,
Reaching for, and landing in new heights
A place, we are told, is bold territory, rarely tread.
Emblazoned with new self-awareness, and true soul food.
Those who journey here often arrive awry, wildish and yearning. It is not a trip taken lightly or directly.
Blessed are the seekers, the lovers, the dreamers,
We stand open and mountain-esque among others who see from the third eye.
Our kind can seem few and far between, sparse as the birdseye clouds,
But our shadows are cast long, connected by roads less-travelled, veins of the earth.
I have come to know a great multiplicity of colours, of overlays, and grey areas
There, may be where my heart beats strongest – in the uncertainty, but mostly in surprise
When unknown needs are met, expectations overcome, I am left unarmed
There, I find complexity, humanity, openness,
A rare and beautiful comfort in our own skins
For her it is never just the feeling
But the openness she allows herself
To express their beauty
Unconditional adoration making way
Laid down upon them in warmth
Firm hands, trailing fingertips
Legs, bends, curves
To be held
Perhaps she is all too wrapped up
In the drama,
queen of emotion
But it is her way
This is her bliss
Blackened fingernails, boney scum
She’ll gnaw at your heels, drag at your tail
Just when you’ve found the reason to leap
Lady Cowardess, she drips of sickly sweet perfume
It permeates your mind
As you take the hand of he, hold out your heart
Old crow, she will swoop,
butter it for the taking
Untangle her claws, unsheath her gums
Let go her gaze, let go
Lady Cowardess, brittle,
dissolved at your ease
Take back your pulse, she’ll be done
Leave her to the beasts that be
And as soon as it’s quiet you are reduced to a thimble.
Find all you can to busy-up your mind.
It’s messy in there and you’d rather not turn on the light.
Have I stepped out into this land of unexpected – a new, and barely-tread plain?
I am exhausted by the emotion it rouses in me, by what it leaves behind. But I am grateful for its every ounce.
I have been tasked with going further still. A deeper sinking sand, always golden. ✨
I am more resilient than a one-time punch
What weapons have you born before ?
You think I cannot stomach them?
A crush of bones, a snapping of ligaments
Unexpected shots landing intimately
And the worst of all – a silencer
To my lips, my eyes, across my chest
Well, I am stronger than a one-time punch
Won’t you join me ?