And I Knew

I just knew, like I’d been told, but never believed.
I just was, and felt that feeling, and everything and every moment made sense.
All the fairytales evaporated and in place was this mesmerizing calm.
No drama. No dips and curves. No exclamation marks. Just peace.
I knew like I’d never forgotten. I remembered without thinking.
And just like that I was back where I belonged: home.
He was that moment, that sunset, that sunrise. The day inside of me.
I couldn’t have felt it better, if I tried; and even so, no effort arose.
All was easy, all serene, all surrendered without need to give.
Still the subtleness came of wanting to show something, but not prove.
Just my light. Just my truth. Just my being, my simple being.
He took me then, like a treasure into his chest, held me there and caressed my soul.
And I knew, like I’d been told, but never believed.

Loved

Loved

I am afraid
In the deepest part of being
Alive
Where my breath was formed before lung
And my sight before eye
In the rewinding of self back to the start of then

You remembered before I spoke
Before word
Before any utterance became known
A waking profound
The winter-birth of greatest summer
The moon shadows over the serpent’s light

You saw as none other
You touched
Where none had dared
I, fair maiden turned
Into the very silky rich
Assaulted
Surrendered
In your presence

Capturer, stood as captive
Sacrificed into slivers
Fed to the dandelion flame
Burned anew
I loved
And impossibility was given hostess
The last pages of searching wiped clean
By your delicate coming

I trampled
I galloped
I milked myself dry
My riches your honey
My whisper your name
And in this I recognized my own folly
Opened bud, vulnerable
Pierced
Without choice

For forever
I would remain
A part of your biding
Abiding by your grace
Your holding
The manner in which endearment
Claimed each shade of me
Your very own
Creation

Wings

Wings

Tethered
Wings
Wrapped with twine
And painted fingers
Nibbled, tickled flesh
Your teeth upon the wake
Biting through
Trespasses

Welcomed
Beguiled
And torn
Tis the way of fairies
Wings set aflame
From bitter-turned intentions
Captured
In the hope
Of love

Momentarily
Caged
Clipped
Surrendered
Until passion
At the door step
Begs
And flight returns

I am

I am
The water below my feet
Trickling down the limited slope
Into the singing brook
A captured form in blended splendor
Without beginning or end
Only this
A cascading fluidity
Without purpose
But to move
In the direction
Directed
Undetected by the undetectable
Alive in the absence
Of knowing

Boy

Weather boy
Still
Palms seeking rain
And sun-dripped kisses
Carry on
Into the moonlight hour
Beckoning the daffodils
Their dew, sultry mist
To spring forth
Surrendered
Before morning breaks
The delicacy of submission
Claimed love