Vertigo

,

Asleep with garnet in my navel

and rosemary oil on the souls of my feet

I dream safely, if not soundly

.

Suffering an unslakable thirst

to be washed over

Clear, cold, rushing -

Lungs expressed

Flesh, goosey

humming

and New

.

Asleep again, with garnet in my navel

I am bathing dreams, From

and Into

.

.

Sprung

by S.M.

.

I am undeniably green and trembling

A stuttering silhouette

A painted record

An alleyway confession

Incantation

in the Prose of Wind

.

Always

Evolution demands the shucking of my husk
For what (liberty) have I to incant lofty aspirations
from within false glow and click?
Lusty and alive
 golden sunlight on raw plasm
feels foreign yet comforting
like unfamiliar consonant combinations
sounding on my tongue
 reverberating at the back of my throat -
The Uknown
foggily remembered like an old friend
 casualty of traumatic disassociation
Brought back again now
 warmly
Bearing Love
.

Squirm

.

 

She of tenacity

(just the wrong sort)

slings her deviance with a vivid grace

like an aching prayer

to the divine taboo

of Gabled Love

.

.

Salt

I insist on the taste of your flesh on my tongue

Delicate skin between teeth

filling me with the Sea

Seeping from countless breaches

long since patched and worn through again

by time and wanton abandon

Never so imperfectly perfect to behold

as in this very moment

,

.

Manifesto

by S.M.

It is unlike me to transmit so brazenly

Or is it?

Who’s to say what primal forces have been unleashed

within my cells

Rebirthing me

into something at once

Gentle and Powerful

of Love and Light

Of dirt and grit

With space to breathe

and gifts to bring

?

.

Why not?

.

Knowing

by S.M.

The thing about Knowing is that one can never unlearn it, for better or worse.  It can be forgotten, misplaced, ignored, denied — all choices, unconscious or otherwise — but never eradicated.  The truth, when we see it, imprints itself upon our cells for safe-keeping, echoing some ancient rhythm that we spend our lives pursuing despite our deliberate amnesia.

Knowing is constant.  We must only stop running, and remember.