ditamoon

Solstice and solace
still silencing some of the things I want to say
being brave enough to be vulnerable
and passionate enough to be reckless

I embark again and again
thinking each time it may be over
So quick to question and halt
in the quiet of a pause
Holding my breath before sighing
looking for the clue that is better
better than what I would have myself believe
is this being present?
All parties accounted for?
Welcoming the dead at the bridal feast the corpse at the birth of the new?
Am I doing it right this time?

Your skin is like an oasis
ripples like the saharah left in waves from long departed water:
remains and tales of where you have been
I want to run from the well worn path
stop the weels in their tracks
and let them spill on the downy soft of unmarked land
The stuff so soft you could get stuck in it
The stuff to sweet
taking it in you could just forget
forget to ever breathe out again
To hang on to that which can never be held
chained again to the softness
Till rubbing it brings calluses
that blind the very ability to sense
Oh but cant I just stay right here?
Right here in the corner of your lip
Right here in the dip of your neck
Cant I just stay Right here?