Scriptures lay waiting
As I contemplate.
I scramble for words and rhymes,
Where my voice can’t stop talking.
And where my spirit opens to write once again.
I pick up my quill,
With my fingertips drenched in elemi rose,
To make a quiet gesture.
Is like picking up the pieces of my heart,
As well as my soul.
And my heart mimics
The sound of records,
Crackling on old turntables.
Just like the pages flipping of my life.
I see now that my reflection has stained the walls,
In smoke-like stains.
Leaving me scrubbing remnants
Of my old self.
While unlatching my corset,
I smile to capture the snapshot
Of old news.
Where my tears paint a new portrait,
And my snow white blood red lips kiss the walls now decorated with sweet love.
My new face,
Of Snow-speckled cheeks,
Reveals the essence
Of my true self.
My Beloved Soul.
I thought of you today when I picked up the pleats of my skirt and danced to the rhythm you made in my belly.
I laughed at first but it made me sniffle a little. You are reminding me I forgot to write to you today. How dare I forget you!
I’m sorry I didn’t bless you and thank you today for your love. You are always so kind with your sweet words.
O Love Divine, please know that I devote my love to you now, and promise to turn to you daily. I know I can find all my answers here and I can trust where you guide. You always help me remember who I am, so I love you most dearly.
I remember the day our lips met and I walked away melting.
the way you enveloped me with the scent of night and tuberose petals
and I escaped to a place that kept me safe
and I knew you would always be there for me.
The power that you showed me made me ice cold and my legs shivered
in the glow that it gave me to win.
I ask you to awaken me.
Awaken the love
That resides within,
As I speak to you now.
You envelop me,
With your delicate kisses,
And perfume me with this liquid poetry.
Oh, how I love
The written word.
How it touches and romances me,
Like sweet song notes when I hear Billie H
As she kisses the moon
And it turns green.
While my lips,
Sip sweet silence,
I fall in love
With the tune of my heart.
It reveals its true chords,
Playing poetic notes,
Of perfection to me,
That transform into
Masterpieces of spiritual art.
I call them,
Tattoo-ing permanent beats,
On concrete walls and crumbled paper.
My cramped hands,
Decorated with red ink can’t keep up.
And I try to keep sketching.
Til I’ve found the words.
For this love affair with prose,
I must call the language of my soul.
I smile and step away from the green of the moon,
Wiping my wet cheeks smeared with black now,
And tighten up my corset,
That I’m finally back.
Dearest Immortal Beloved,
To this romance.
To always remember you,
Take care of you,
Listen to you,
Like the divine temple,
That you are.
I adore you.
I give all that I am,
Surrendering to your love,
A promise to my heart…
To speak with you daily.