sacrifice that feels like peeling skin
frightening at first, itching like mad
irritating
underneath relief lies in wait
ready to pounce
revealed in swaths
a reminder that there is solidness beneath
foundations have been built
there are no holes left
to fall into
It was never a decision
it was an acceptance
years ago
standing behind beaten copper
grieving for the future
since, as you pointed out, it doesn’t exist
the same moment I released
my death grip on the past
because as Bill always points out
it just doesn’t matter
this moment does
treat it with care and love
don’t worry about the other possibilities
there is somebody to experience them
you/I don’t have to experience every possibility of every moment
reality already has that covered
imagine the freedom that allows
oh, wait
we don’t have to
cored with exhaustion
sliding gently down
learning to rest amongst the doubts
uncertainty is surprisingly interesting
wrangle the numbers
come in line
find the repetition that makes sense
preparation lingers
with the knowledge that
what comes is what comes
the fight is quiet
silent small battles
won with patience
victory throws up hands
flashing teeth in a glorious woohoo
revels reveal themselves as steps
and you realize again
how much you enjoy stairs
I wish
for reunion
love
care
connections reestablished
to find those that wandered
out of lives
leaving a space for return
I wish that for all of us
those things
joyous
momentous
and small
For you
I speak
of threes, of threes
For you
it is time
to see, to see
For you
a spell
I speak, I speak
You will now find
the girl from our dreams
wriggle down into it
giggle and mirth
warm it up
wrap it around
love the quiet morning
waiting on the rain and the sun
appearances not yet made
ginger, peach and cranberry
crowd in to delight the tongue
grunt with pleasure
foundling in morning light
what would happen
if the stars uncrossed?
if the rain called to you
like it calls to me?
what would happen
if all this time
felt like mending
to you as well?
what would happen
if this time
we were ready?
to let go
to hold on
to allow us
aware
living laughter
cackling like fire
clearing away debris
letting depth investigate the shallows
the spark dances
strays and returns
even when embers banked against the darkness
roaring back
at the slightest provocation
the beauty of love
is found in
the infinite permutations
fluidity crystallizing
then melting through
what is the difference between
a face
and a mask?
The eyes, I say
what is the difference between wisdom
and doubt?
Recognizing the lies, I say.
what is the difference between
you and me?
The sighs, I say.
A Vixen at Gloaming 