unheard


Became verbs that ran across my skin



From books with no spine



Papers peel back, like the skin off my thighs



As you ride



And rid me of I



But I still want you



I want to sing you into existence from that imagined image from whence you came



You were figurative and then I shaped your figure with my hand



Then you became, but were the mother of me



However not incestuously, you birth me with your love



Within your touch



Or the love I had for you



Out of my empty arms you filled me



And then I was



So now I am, here with empty palms



Left waiting



Left waiting



Left wading, in your waters



God, please trouble my waters



They overflow into



In two



We so trusted



Not acknowledging the trinity taught



In the sight of the moon and sun



I stand, to see



Then, to be seen, by the falling & rising ones



You'd love it here in between day and night



It's so quiet, here



Where our minds become silent and our bodies become solid



As if monoliths made to love, in that spot forever…

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puttin' the roota in the toota since 98'