her familiar image

She is familiar
like a distant image of yourself.
You look back
through a relationship
that began in Her eyes.

She appears
as a mirror of all the people
you have managed to avoid.

She becomes more familiar
the more you make love to Her.
You have less and less to say
while Her hand writes you.

Painting: By the Water by Lauren Perkins

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a call to prayer

I am in You like salt.
A sea anemone
feels itself like this
touching the water
as a tendril dance
of the wave.

A synapse
remembers to whom it speaks.
Familiarity with the placeless
leads to ripples of location.

There are no strangers
only the strangeness of words
the way we pronounce
these endless sounds of love.

a saving grace

I am fed through the night
as a momentum of clouds

The Goddess
has smuggled me here
under Her own veils.

I am recollected
like sand passed through sifting waves
each separate grain
becomes one tidal-pull.

There are steps over water.
A gauche fumbling.
I am a romance.
A castaway
to be rescued one day at a time.

tumbledown light

We tossed and turned
the surf of nearness
too close to a far shore.

Seagulls screamed
to be fed
Otters rolled sensuously.

The Goddess
cracked open Her mirror.
I fell out of myself
to be Her moonlight.

I did not dance a step
but was buried and hatched
in a tumbledown sky.

She took Her time with me.
I took a long breath
under that place
where love paints its face.