My lover was passive
He was made of glass and
We didn’t appear full enough
Tried making eye contact in summer trees
Seeing we weren’t meant to become lucid bees
Just tiny things playing make believe
Truth be told
Truth be told
My eyes have no trouble changing colors
The birds in fact taught them everything they know
How to hold and care with caresses
For the golds and rubies
Crossed in fits of tantrums
They swear to listen to me
Who has listened closely
Winners war
I’m not sure of what I am feeling, my heart can break, my ego; callous
What keeps me asleep is a range to run
Emotional in wake I bake the sun
Holes of bittersweet spit up, you nuzzling my breast till numb
Turning in, on and off
Tuning off, out and in
I attempt to sing those sensitive songs, I pretend with oneself, playing once upon a time
There’s no where to go as my soul is magnetic to your salvation, even here the space of our bodies deafening
I don’t know exactly why this fight takes flight, ideal is a winners war; no casualties
Void of faith
You toke hold of each finger
Making promises
Saying prayers
Void of faith
Willing
Bone by bone
He whispers a symphony
He conducts and dives deep
No one has ever made it this far
He is willing
Oh my God
Oh!
My God!
Hello there
Dear heaven
Emotional intelligence
Emotional intelligence is everything
I feel my ancestors in my core
When I sit up straight
When I dance
Laying in the hard bed
I snuggle myself stiffly in this bed I have made
It makes my backbone strong and my spine thicken
In solitude my baby gets scared
My baby sees distorted realities and hears her past
Blue Jays in the winter
Those years had their intentions on healing
Not knowing that flowers need sunshine to grow
Solitude doesn’t know
My babies crying, her tears won’t work
My head’s on solitude
Warm sage
Tentacles
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