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Mourn

I walk to the trees, for they cannot walk to me. But in dreams they do. They come to me calling, whispering my name in the sighs of their branches, laughing trickling down to me through their leaves, for they are as happy to be known as I am. No one knows me as aContinue reading “Mourn”

Drum Waltz

I dance For my feet shall sing And move me along with the notes, Toeing the soil our mother holds me And the tree who has always reached for me Since I saw her Seems to also hold the stars in her hands. I move Without music playing all I can hear Are drums relegatingContinue reading “Drum Waltz”

Beauty in the Darkness

Pushing the benches into a circle, her path to the center from the West, she walked East to sit among us, no higher no lower we were all living beings Equals with stories to tell, as she asked from us, pulling them with a gentle song in her voice. Red Cardinal woman burned sage inContinue reading “Beauty in the Darkness”

Greedy

Fixated I’ve thought of this moment for far too long to let it end too quickly Imagining the soft curve of your hip, sliding down from your waist in Burgundy trickles I want waves I need to score you deeply, read your bones from outside your skin Taste the muscles that move you, melt onContinue reading “Greedy”

Dreams

We all dream of ourselves…especially when we dream of houses, or places we live. I’ve several places I return to in my dreams repeatedly. One is a wild spring that feeds into a river and every time I dream of it it’s different. Sometimes it’s being overrun by destructive humans. Sometimes it’s wild and free.Continue reading “Dreams”

Two Spirits

About five years ago I was sitting on the balcony outside my little garage apartment. I lived with my Leather family, and my little suite above the garage was my solitude, my sanctuary. I wasn’t sober then, I hadn’t found the strength yet. Having the drinks that always sat at my side, I was perchedContinue reading “Two Spirits”

Only My Eyes

The edge of you Brushed my skin so lightly It bowled me over Hair spinning a torrent a tumbleweed Wild as the gusts that roll it And just as prickly You gave me goosebumps I wasn’t ready for And whirling to catch my breath Dry eyes dusty white I stood in place rooted, Cuts stillContinue reading “Only My Eyes”