It's about peace in the body.
The little miracle of how we undo each other as we make love.
And undone, we let go for a sliver of time
the days of disappointment.
Burdens and betrayals knotting nerve and sinew and bone
dissolve in the O of our mouths.
Arms around each other.
Circle of skin.
We breathe together,
simple and clear.
Stillness in your smile, my smile.
Stillness and then laughter.
I need to lie on cool, wet ground;
so the earth can sing to me.
If I am small, and still,
the grass will chant its secrets.
I feel hollow and lost.
I need green to fill me, to feed me.
I am sick of the taste of compromise;
of work for money only.
I am empty from worry
and my fear of losing you.
I need the touch of bark,
and the arms of trees.
I need to climb to fruit and flowers,
and trust I will not fall.
My prayer books
are crumbled and dry.
No church will hold me.
I look to ritual,
unadorned and simple.
I ask the Woman who is everywhere,