The lover's dance (a Tu'bAv tale)

The lover dances soon at midnight,
Gather your flowers and sweeten your tongue.

The circles unify,
And white cloth becomes pure as we bathe it in ritual water.
Or wine,

It's up to you.

We play a rousing game of hide and seek around the mulberry tree,
The peaches are getting full
Now,
Like my breasts,

And you noticed.

Swinging in mischievousness,
you pinch my cheeks,
My lips curl.
Become the fish,
And yours are salty ocean too now,
Kiss,
Here,
In eternity and laughs.

No,
You musn't let go of my hand.

We shimmy in unison,
And the petals fly out of my hair.

I lead you to the wisest grandfather tree in the orchard,
I whisper for you to bend your head low to his trunk,
Kiss his roots,
And listen to his stories.

You do not know,
So you do as i say.

And this is what you hear:

Beating hearts, distance and boundaries, sugar, milk, honey, and stone.

You dont know why,
And i crawl atop you,
Hugging you as you kiss the earth.

And the lover is alive in the wind and late august air.

Spirals of grape tendrils and puffs of queen anne's lace.

Chase me to the stream,
Ill throw my flowers in the water,
Tighten my grip on your hand and submerge in cleansing.

The lover dances soon at midnight and my tongue is honey sweet and chile spiced with all of you. 

broken and stung

Broken

and the temple is destroyed.

Every year they come to tear it down, and nobody is ever prepared.

The bee cursed me today,
I knew it was a sign from above,

and I sing to them at nap time,

so why is everyone so angry?

Penthouse apartments and I placed precious stones on my plants.

When it all falls apart like sand at a party,
there is only one thing to do,

buy flowers, and make yourself the most beautiful flower crown there ever was.

I say,
I won't succumb to the madness.

It's so much going on all at once, and I know I am talented like the rock and star and all the planets.

Delights, it's always little delights and
laughter helps,
always.

I call you, since,
I need you,
and I don't know what to say.

Do I ever know what to say?

I want to just let spirit take control,
but then I linger in too much space between, and it's muggy and humid,
and suffocating to wait.

It's been so long,
I'm so ready.

I wonder what it will be like when everything flips on it's head and changes.

I've changed so many times before but I want you, and I keep saying that!

I can't hold on so tightly or I will become numb and thumb already is.

fuck.

I think this is the way,
let it all crumble before me,
like it does and will continue to forever.

And when the temple is fully destroyed, the plants will peak through once more through the rubble.

I think this is how it has to be.

I cried today,
I screamed today,
I laughed today,
I worried today,

I dreamt today
that all I ever visioned came true,
and it's so scary to think I can accomplish anything I want.

That is the blockage,
that must be destroyed.

I will sit on the cold ground and contemplate the brokeness
and then
perhaps
that juicy pomegranate 
will indeed burst
and
send
red
sprays
all over,
to color this life with sweetness.

I am like the sun

Bohemian cocktails and the sun sets don't get watched as often.
The red string pulls us in together -
one center,

one heart.

A memory brings only tears

sobbing

bedtime rituals.

Why do words stick so tediously on tongue?

I speak in metaphors and broken sentences,
so
why,

do I not share,
with  you?

all of you.

creativity types out and therapy is free when inner words teach you about your insecurities.

I never erase the line above,
but It's like when you try too hard all there is empty space and too many lines between, filled with words but rotten and juice-less.

I want grapefruits - red ones -

cut in half
on the board.

drizzle brown sugar on me -
it's delicious and i like your smell.

Roses and a light apple tinge of something bitter but nostalgic for better fall days and it's yacking away until we reach a point that feels comfortable.

I do everything backwards,
like the sun,

and I know it's already created for me.

stare up at the stars more, they are begging to be sung to,
and then it will all rain down in abundance - twinkle lights and fairy bliss- it's always going to be this way.