Solstice

Because there’s only light,

as we dance between the leaves.

And the flowers bow their heavy heads

with the strength and courage

of full blooms.

 

We follow paths that twist and shrink

like the ones that traverse

our own minds and hearts.

And discover as we walk in single file

our majestic blooming selves.

 

Because there’s only light.

And it glimmers through the trees

as it does our fingers.

And emanates from dreams

and off our skin.

 

We learn to savoir the taste of the

summer air.

And the scent of the lilacs.

Their kiss awakening

the stories of every former midnight sun,

of every dream that reached through a dark night

to burst into its final

Bloom

Whole Body

Once I held my breath

And waited patiently

As though that would make me a saint

I rejected beauty where it was in the form

Of gruesomeness and pain

Thinking I could pull God apart

And discover her love

Somehow separate from the rest of her body

A body that I have begun

To know better now

Like I’d know my own

Aware of the places that hurt

And the places that excite and cry out in ecstasy.

Her body is perfectly flawed

And irrevocably Holy

Her beauty encompassing

All that is “pure” and all that is “lost”

And equalizing them with a single breath

A breath I do not hold so much any more

But savoir

With no attempts of capturing it

A breath that yields to every breath

That ever danced before or after it

Bringing me home to the oneness

Of her whole body

A body that begs to understand itself

The way I trace my abdomen and hips

With my fingers hoping to fully embrace

The magic and wonder

Of my seemingly separate body

Hoping to capture the whisper

Of my “highest” potential and grace

As if it weren’t marbled into my whole essence

As if I weren’t just another piece of her

Whole perfectly flawed body