Category: Poetry

If the world ends

Let it

Artificially upholding a false

Or dead reality

Will not lead to

Intimacy

Growth

Congruity

Self-peace

It may delay or hide the

Consequences of reality for some

Are they more worthy of peace than you?

If the world ends

Let it

Any truth you have to share:

I have cancer

You’re not good for me

I am gay

I want to go to school

I deserve to feel sensual

I’m moving

I lost my faith

I messed up

I am lost

I can’t do this alone

This doesn’t feel like love

These

Can most definitely

End the world as you know it

Let it.

Too long I have used up my best energy
Maintaining the status quo
Instead of letting my creativity breathe
 
How many times
Have the conception of powerful songs
Been subverted by
A room in disarray, or a strict adherence to –
Something lame
 
Why is my stillness
A signal that I am available
It is my own fault
I trained them to respect some boundaries
And they do
 
One must not tread upon a time of
Prayer or Meditation
One must not tread upon a good song
Until it is over
 
I must add one more Thou Shalt
Thou shalt not only protect
a song’s fade-out
Thou shalt also protect a song
Yet to be born
 
My new spell is not unlike
the protective words
I wrote on the door to the room
Where my last child was born
 
This is a sacred space
I am giving my all to
create a masterpiece
 
I cannot control when this process will end
But until then,
If you must
Enter with hushed voices
And supportive language
While I focus
 
Focus
 
Focus
 
Breathe
 
Begin

A playground
My babe’s first jungle gym
Inside
Outside
Curled tippy toes climb my belly
And jump, oooph
Suckle my tit and pick at my moles
Bite and smile when I startle
My milk dripping down his cheek
To his ear

To my waistband

A playground
I share with my lover
Chasing, sliding, climbing
Inside and outside
Curled toes and tracing my curves
My belly, my breasts
My luscious ass
Bite and smile when I startle
My lips tease his gooseflesh
His ear
His lips
His hands
Move

To my waistband

A playground
Dizzy, I dance
Bass vibrates my bones to my soul
I suckle on savory and drink the sweet
Trained fingers pluck melody from string and sinews
I make my own music
I recognize myself in the mirror
And in the melody
 
This body
My body
My playground