inner spaces: A Quiver of Arrows

Monday, September 29, 2014

A Quiver of Arrows

questions
fly forth
from a
formless quiver
piercing
through parchment
and shallow breath,
arrows
sent forth
swift and far
towards
an unfathomable
mark, for
nothing less
than the Truth
will do.

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there is a place,
a sanctuary,
somewhere inside,
where I can rest
without clothes,
without mascara,
without painted lips
singing staccato songs,
and waxed skin glowing
in its unnatural perfection,
where I am there
for my eyes only,
without mindless wanderings,
without seductive snares,
without violating what I love most,
without settling for anything less
than who I am and want to be,
where I can speak with my own voice,
not waiting to be received or extolled,
where I can stand
in front of my heart's desire
and not twitch a muscle or breath,
where I can hold and burn in the fire
of my own wildness and maverick self
unleashed without walls and checks,
where I can claim my gifts,
my humanness,
and a lifetime of stories
waiting to be heard and released
into the orgasmic mystery
of all that is and isn't me,
for my eyes only.

come with me....
...as I take you there....

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Monday, September 29, 2014

A Quiver of Arrows

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