I wish to speak, of your neck, sweat dripping down your skin
rolling onto mine as you smile
of the light across your back, lighting up our room
of our hearts, racing
your colours shimmering, changing
of my eyes, flashing into you
piercing
and holding.
I wish to speak to you, but
words are gone and all I hear is music,
the faint lilt of fey and fiddles and moors
of dirt and joy and sky
of teeth and darkness, held in rapture, together.
My lips whisper softly
My fingernails, dig deep
blood races under skin and eyes and nerves,
seeking
to eat and drink and breathe you in
I wish to speak
but the moon tolls louder
my voice, lost
to mouths and nods and smiles
and I wish
to hold you
as we rest.
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the spirit world says hey, straight to that strange soul of yours
Death and kindness show up, holding hands, laughing
eyes watching, happy light
accepting, smiling, the kind that just
widens
when it sees you,
no matter the dirt and feces that cover you.
They see me and laugh, happy, unconcerned
content, awake, waiting.
they know me and wait
for me to return to their warm touch, their bed, their home, their life
they stand at my door and wait for me, patiently, peacefully, but waiting nonetheless
my hands rest on the handle, cold and damp
the breeze blows in and out of our home, softwarm, dark
we look up and breathe, starlight streaming in
and
know that we are not alone.
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spirit-geoa
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