For My Sisters Who Love in Shadows
I know my purpose is amidst everything, I've never been a child of place, but of travel. I have never wanted to know where I was going, I just trusted in the unraveling. All things come to pass, each breath and season - a new beginning. I've known most lovers to last five seasons, so I always leave the kettle steaming and windows open. We don't need keys, its bad enough our stories, voices, experiences are contained in boxes.
Some love is never experienced when the mind cannot move beyond labels. There are lovers who have to be strangers at night, I pray sweet silent songs to carry them into dreams where their lovers are beside them, holy in sunlight singing, naked in moonlight whispering into spaces of the body, below the ears, into the hallows of collarbones - like caves - where they are waiting to be touched by their lovers voicesWaiting to be touched with unpossessed freedom to feel safe to love in wet rice fields, safe to love in huts built of Soviet newspapers,
guarded villages, pillaged back roads, blown-out towers, safe to love in the tenderest of hours when we know not if the night will truly end in time for another morning to begin
I pray to kiss them in their dreams, my hidden sisters sharing glances like armored secrets, to kiss them with honeyed lips and wet rose caves pulsing open, to lay them down in beds of quartz and malachite, jade crystals and amethyst, my fingers like figs to slip under the tongue, I pray they wake with the taste of iron and wine in their mouths, wake to the pulsing of many as one
hearing the marching, the flutes, violins, the drums saying hold on tender beauties, dream another night hold on tender beauties, for peace to take flight no bars, no fires will burn our history down we love like honey and move like moon-song sound hold on tender beauties, it won't be long now
I pray the taste of iron and wine be slipped under their tongues, to tell the tales paved by figs and lilies, it has only just begun
sleep now in quartz caves and wake to crystal skies, their bars are only limits, their laws a loose disguise
I know too the softest spaces, the petals, the moon, the dew a fairy tale born within - garden palaces in full-bloom, sleep now tender beauties, dream of rose caves and honeycombs heart flute songs and our pulses dancing many, many into one.
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