inner spaces: Broken Wings of Love

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Broken Wings of Love

I'm sorry
for all those unmet needs
scourging
your fragile form,
I'm sorry
for all those unlived lives
looking to you
to midwife them, to be born,
I'm sorry
for all those still-born dreams
precious snowflakes
resting upon your trembling coat,
I'm sorry
for all the pain I put out
broken wings of love
now flapping,
now folded away.

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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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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Broken Wings of Love

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