The Poetry Marathon

It’s 9am and I woke up because I felt you, I tossed my body to roll over as if the unconscious part of me knew you were not even there, dreaming in the awake moment of needing you a fantasy is created, I’m sure you’re sleeping in silence right now comfortable in knowing you are where you belong, I try not to admit it but I know you sleep different there….home…. in the solitude of it being your space, with me you barely sleep, not just because of the way our bodies exist to stay up so long in the passion of a beautiful love making mess, but also because you are not in your domain… when you’re with me I always wake to you being awake, I’m sure your mind wanders when you lay your head beside what you love leaving another pillow empty of your love, but who am I to speak on my thoughts when there are feelings involved…

If I could spread my legs at his demand, sensations and fixes on command, then why on earth would I be any different with the moon, my legs fell back and with only the color of white did I submit myself as a perfect wife, my hips knew this position before and although I could not hear his voice or feel him in time, I was a Goddess evaporating the men from my time, I wasn’t putting out, instead I was letting everything in, deep penetration of the moon set in and I wondered what on earth had I been missing… someone as sweet as me, cursed with insecurity…

I take leaves  from my garden and fruits so sweet , I once cut an onion just to be honest with me, that there is pain in me, but I shaved back the thoughts that kept me and whispered my grandmothers words over the steam… “be a woman sweety, and you will learn this not by following me, but by being everything you were meant to be”, the leaves turned dark green and my ancestors bubbled in the boiling water and even more steam drifted up upon me, I squatted over truth and my insides creamed, I passed through the feeling of gathered lives within me and let my yoni be sweet and bitter and lovely…

I am strong enough to lay through the alone nights only to rise with expectation..

you miss her, Mr… please wait no longer

at one point, it was all three…

I searched for love like it was Cupid on my min…

if this is what he truly wants, do we not love him enough to give… we both bare fruits and vegetables rich enough to nourish him… why can’t we see him? Why do we keep searching for each other knowing when your sheets are empty, he’s hiding in mine… why are we withholding him from sweet necter and water so clear that we leave him rested and send him on his way stress free… Do you really think you can’t share him with me, when you already do…

the hours are changing and it not going to be our time much longer, your going to see a shift in my words; just wait…

What am I doing… trying to fill the room with sage and bibles and yoga mats and space, I need space, so more things are going to those that have not, I need space, clarity and unmarked carpet… I need space and so I rush to empty out and start new…