“You see, I want a lot.
Maybe I want it all:
the darkness of each endless fall,
the shimmering light of each ascent.
So many are alive who don’t seem to care.
Casual, easy, they move in the world
as though untouched.”
You Jupiter, come waltz with me
Let’s leave them all behind
We’ll seek the spinning intensity
That lingers for us to find
“She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
of her life, and weaves them gratefully
into a single cloth —
it’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration
where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it’s you she receives.
You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her,
to hold you.”
Yes, come with me my dear
I’ll smooth the scars away
Kiss your pain, banish your fear
Only, promise me you’ll stay.
She’s made of storm cells
And a wild wolf’s hungry heart,
That she’s learnt
The lightning’s secret
To ripping darkened skies apart.
The power of her presence
Can bring the mountains to their knees,
Her song is one of chaos
As she stirs the angry seas.
But if you’ve met
You’d be no wiser
For she is also born of light,
Another face amongst the crowd;
Hiding in plain sight
Great power doesn’t always come
Inside the forms that you’d assume
But you’d never doubt her strength
When she is howling at the moon.”
If you could feel what I feel
You’d know how much brighter the sun burns for me
A fiery kiss
As sweat drips
Glistening on honey skin
Emerald eyes ablaze
If you could see what I see
You’d see the universe come to life by night
Oh how he awakens for me
Sending stars to ring my head
Their light like silk
Sliding down shoulders and breasts
Lingering on hips and legs
If you could hear what I hear
You’d hear the ground breath
Singing a song
As I sleep in the secret grove
Surrounded by trees that hum along
On my side I’m curled
Cheek to earth
She whispers to me of life
If you could smell what I smell
You’d smell the sky before the storm
Waves of ozone and electricity
Crackling between raised fingertips
Hair floating with static
A red halo
And the scent of the wolf beneath my skin
Wild and fierce
Awaiting the lightning that will come.
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |