A volcano in the desert
All it knows is reaching
Tearful eruption
Violent expression
Full feeling
Among quiet, shifting dunes.
The sand urges restraint, patience, but
Ferocious beauty shatters silence
A dying star in the infinite emptiness of space
White hot ringing, screaming, pulsing heart
Burning, consuming,
Blind and breathless celestial catharsis,
No prejudice or intention.
We curse the sun for burning our skin.
But it’s just bite marks and bruises left
from haphazard love.
Irresponsible and clumsy and crazy and
Beautiful.
I am bones
And muscle
And flesh
And skin
And eyes
And lips
And breath
And hands
And sound
And questions
And fear
And doubt.
You are not lost unless none can find you.
Moments pass and some remind you
Of the past, and those behind you.
Aching, pillars swaying, straining – we struggle in maintaining…
…Decorum. Composure. Security.
Logical. Sensible. Cautious.
Black and white. Safe.
Volcanoes erupt.
Stars ignite.
We live and die.
Day and night.
I am bones that break and heal.
I am muscle that tries and fails.
I am flesh that begs to feel.
Itching skin that begs for nails.
I am eyes, honey colored, furrowed brow,
I am lips, silent now.
Deep Breath. Slow Breath. Keep Breathing.
My hands, so clever, waste their cunning.
Sounds of keys clicking, gears turning, mind running.
Blood flowing. Colors stunning…
No “uneventful” in my sky. Pouring rain or desert dry.
God… Still I step and still I try,
I’ll never stop… can’t stop… I’ll die.
Heavy teeth behind soft lips.
Soft palms and iron fists.
Fighting shoulders and Fucking hips.
Feet and ankles, hands and wrists.
veins pulse, blood warms,
Turtle shell weathers storms,
cracked carapace and
This face.
The only one I’ve got.
A volcano heart burning white-star hot.
All it knows is reaching… reaching a
Tearful eruption.
Violent expression.
Full feeling.
Among quiet, shifting dunes.
