alley

(photo by signe)

fleshy

I am fleshy;

All succulence and roses.

 

Breasts breathing within

My beating heart.

 

Stop and soft here:

See this touch.

 

I hold my breath and

Let go slowly,

Laid upon a silvery bed

Strewn with crystal white sheets,

And creamy scented petals.

Holding, clutching, still.

feet

(photo by signe)

belief

I dream in graciousness,

And apply myself willingly,

Tenderly.

Grown to believe

From the start,

Without shame,

 

My ability to love,

Once blossomed:

Unquestioned.

 

Believing in

Your belief in me:

unabashed.

 

Singing sweetly

Your song within me:

God believes.

God believes in me.

writing

I suffer from an embarrassment of riches.

I toil under the labor of an untamed mind.

I wrest my soul from the cosmos each morning,

only to give it back each night,

beaten down by the burden of my own absorption.

 

I cannot escape the muttering.

I cannot hope for redemption.

 

It is both my prison, and my way out;

My discipline and my freedom.

 

I am crawling on my knees in the dark.

I am divorced from the general population.

 

I distract myself from time to time, a lover here, a dancer there,

But always I return to my front door, alone and in full.

 

Here I am awaiting myself in the foyer:

I hand myself a jasmine towel and a cup of tea.

 

I stride directly to my station without a sideways glance,

Passing the lure of bath and incense,

 

And once again I am confined to my lovely cage,

Head bent to task in thought and supplication,

 

Reflecting, enraptured, engaged,

And all bequeathed by God’s design.