I am the wind.
Hail and ice.
Water and daggers of obsidian.
I speak my mind, and cut with shade.
I bless the earth with my wet dance, and flowers to bloom.
Healing mist of a morning due.
Deathly hollow screams in the night.
Cool breeze on a sunny day.
And there you stand, mountain.
The one who does not fear or tremble or bend to my push.
Unyielding in your admiration of my chest and thrust.
You see me.
And you stand there.
Absorbing my dew.
In your valleys I rest my head.
Hugged by your minerals and metals.
Enriched is the soil of our love.
Beautiful is the sunset against the clouds of our heaven.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
There is a boy who lives at the edge of the water
By the ocean
Beside the forest
There he stands, nude, I said, but saw nothing
His skin milky soft
Honey down his cheeks
Thighs so thick, he can lift the sky
A mind so sharp, the sun fears his cuts of shade
Eyes of almond tears
And hair as black as coal
A boy lives by the ocean
He is to be followed
Wind cool of mist, and weary of the heat
My embrace thirsts for his kisses
Dear bird on the tree
Why do I fear so much
No! She said to me
You melt to him
Ocean, I want more!
She said yes
Ocean, what do I do
Go to him, and left him go?
Yes, she said yes.
The Mother Earth is soft
And speaks only through supporting you
She tells me and gives me a path
But what is this in my way?
Naked sexy boys
The boy has no fear
Ocean, will you heal me?
No! Rain will heal you
In the curve of your back, you will have power
To know, the boy is with you through earth.