Ylang Ylang
Conspicuously transcribed
on the edge of your birthmark,
much like in the lines on my palm,
lives our tale.
Burning Sky breezes
engulf warm monsoon rains.
Sacred mountains growing so steep
they carried us closer.
Thunder dreaming nights I woke
to the feeling of you again.
Against all odds -
an Ocean
where it meets the Desert's end.
Our Sea of love
has washed up upon innumerable
islands of consciousness,
giving birth
to a million different incarnations.
Meet me there - our place - on the illuminated
plateaus
where Creation and Humanity meet.
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Detura
All along your way,
wherever loose ends, broken strings, or slipknots were left unattended
Cotton, Nettle, and Heather have been spun
to repair your DNA tapestry.
Quilt of loving refuge.
Wrapping all this familial greif
in tears of laughter and homecookin'.
Every dusty corner of your family home
is completely cleansed and fully doused
in floral Water of Achiote
preparerd through generations of celebrations, and survival.
Live Oak
Lupen
They showed me your true face,
and against all odds delivered me
to this
safe
healing
place.
Where I starve you, purge you
like the Soul parasite that you are,
and liberate you forever—> send you up to the stars.
And thank you for the battle,
my unworthy opponent,
for all that you’ve shown me
right up to this moment.
