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Stargazing and Honey

I crawled on top of you, and your arms pulled me close.

You entered me, your fingertips and breath on my skin. Your voice in my ears, telling me of Stars and beekeeping.

You took up space in my heart and, with the magic that is you made the old place of soul ache and love loss fade away.

Our new place is Sundays in bed, vegetables in the garden, and candy in the pantry.

This new place is a hand to hold as we weather the storms and heartbeats to share tears of sorrow and laughter.

This new place holds the promise of stargazing and honey.

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Our Most Desperate Hour

We are dying.

Parents’ hearts are broken and dripping with pain.

Again.

All because angry white men want their killing machines.

When will it end?

When will the needs of the many finally outweigh the wants of the few?

Our nation weeps.

Again.

Your thoughts and prayers will not dry tears, much less heal us.

You scream your “pro-life” rhetoric, but what about these babies? The ones who lived and breathed and laughed?

Where is the fervor you use to make laws to control women’s bodies under the guise of protecting life?

Where is your passion for changing laws that would actually save children?

The desperate need to keep the control and power in the hands of those who harm us is killing us.

We are in our most desperate hour.

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Burn

In the middle of the night,

only the Moon and the Darkness know my heartache with such detail they could describe how I burn to the Sun.

And she would understand.

How sometimes I burn with passion, and sometimes I burn with pain.

The Moon and Darkness might be concerned that someday I will burn myself to ash, but the Sun knows.

The Sun knows the burning, with all the pain and passion, the heat and light so bright it cannot be touched. 

The Sun understands that burning is how we know we are alive.

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Slow

You penetrate me, laying yourself bare, filling me, and piercing my heart and soul.

I touch myself. Still warm, wet, and raw from you.

I feel you fall out of me and run down my thigh.

With my head in your neck and your arms around me, time slows. 

Inside the intimacy shared between us, I ask you to say my name.

You whisper the two syllables in my ear, and it sounds like the first time it has ever been said correctly.

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Tired

Slow-motion waves of self-loathing wash over me. 

My brain hurts. 

A steady sting of pain within. 

Then my heart cracks loudly, opening real burning in my soul.

I sit back on my heels, tucking my chin to my knees, and curling in to ease the ache.

This battle is tiresome.

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Waves Under the Flower Moon

You touch my hand as the storm rages inside me.

Quietly, your calm goes through me.

Drawing me near and into the shelter of you, I look into your eyes.

The swirling of blues, greens, and grays resemble the depths of the Lake I love.

Leaning in, I am lost in you.

The storm abates and dies down to a drizzle.

The rain never stops completely, but with you, the waves are gentle and I can see the Sun behind the clouds.

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C and J

You fell from my womb and into my arms, pulling and stretching my heart with your tiny hands. 

My heart made new, raw, and beating outside my chest.

You are the gifts I always wanted.

The Hope of the World.

The beauty of the Universe.

On the days you made me a Mama, my heart was reformed in the shape of you. 

And my love for you, a love that will never die, was born in the depths of my soul.

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Cold Depths

My depression is a vignette surrounding my mind.

Growing darker and threatening to overtake me.

Blinding me to what lies beyond the haze.

I’m trying to not let it touch me.

Once I’m in its grip, it will pull me all the way down. Placing weights upon all the wounded parts of me. 

Succumbing is lying on the bottom of the Lake and looking up at the surface, aware of the world beyond the waves but not having the desire to leave the cold depths that drown me.

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Calm Breath

You are my good, my deep breath, my calm.

I didn’t expect you and was surprised by how easily you moved into my heart.

You spread your Sunshine about all the dark in my world.

You tell me I’m beautiful, and I can see in your eyes you mean it.

I lean into your chest, enveloped by your arms, and listen breathlessly with a Hope I thought I had lost as you tell me you choose me and you are not leaving.

To me, your heart is lovely and precious. I hold it gently and close to my own. When I listen to our beats mix, it begins to sound like birds singing, I am taken out of myself, and the gray fades away.

I am not sure where you came from, and it does not matter. You reopened the Universe within me and reminded me of the beauty of the Stars.