Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Shiver // Awake

My ancestral form awakens
from this increasing southern freedom.
I exist,
I sweat,
I am naturally human.

Hazel dusted irises,
eyes stretching forth in want.
All of the earth's water flows from the fount in my palm.
Spin next to me and let me connect to your shaded touch.
I notice forms in the darkness under my eyelids-
individuals tesselating above each other
All of them whom I'd like to be.

When my positive expectations no longer correlate with our stinging realities,
my heart descends into an extreme, dark shiver of truth,
but it immediately rises in reverence to a higher resonance.

And therefore:
Rivers flow from my electric brow.
Rest beside me, and let me spark your shadowed animation.
I notice movements behind my eyes,
all of myself, wondrous forms.
When I awake,
I am increasingly wild
and curls expand like ancient bush atop shifting, desert sand.

What is it, then, the great fascination with hands?
Despite our separate orbital movements, our realities are concentric.
Let me be your technicolor.