*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟSensual Poem*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

I wrote this for you, enjoy ┌─── · · · ♡

I missed the full moon, but her mood still lingers a bit. She is my moon now—cancer. Are you feeling alright? I personally feel like purpose is light. Or, I’m forming a thought process around being lighter and taking things in, finally listening to messages that come from beyond the physical—writing them down. Acknowledging them as real. Listening.

I’m keeping today’s letter light and sharing a poem I wrote today, inspired by Bhanu Kapil, Fred Moten, and the spirit of Mercury. I haven’t named it yet. It’s a part II or III to a more sensual series of poems I’m working on. I hope it makes you feel warm and juicy. Peace!

I havent observed myself so 

surely i belong with the forest fairies. 

Gusto pulses through me. 

((Now, i dont even exist))

A vibrant inoculation 

of pleasure and spirit drips off me 

and bubbles on 

green mossy layers below. 

The view from above ground 

appears as a glassy layer 

glistening on my tongue.

 

I drift around bush, 

drip tears on blades of grass, 

make evergreens dance 

freeing their pine cones from codependence. 

Release stress 

while finding gale 

force between caves and crevices. 

The air around me teases, 

‘form is the body in the most generic way.’ 

My spirit tingles and 

moisture leaks down 

onto a couple laying in an open field. 

They open their mouths wide to take it all in 

melting out of perspective. 

Never noticing that I am, 

they’re exposed.

There's a point where the sun's rays 

break through the clouds. 

I wait here radiating even more,

expanding until my particles burst into smoke. 

((I dont exist.)) 

“What else can you expect from corrosion in bloom?” 

Question mark. 

I was cagey in my real skin. 

Im a thing, 

as everything, 

is everything, 

as everything.

Is nothing.