Feb 22

Sister, Begin Loving a Body

From beneath my waking toes
sprouts
(earth's hair)
whisper,
chilling the
eloquence of my
tongue
into a luminous silence.

The epiphany
of light,
gaining
momentum,
spiraling throughout
my curls and curves,
widening deeply
into my thighs and
breathing
my lungs for me.

Dragonflies
spread their
iridescent arms
and take on the wind.
Daring great breezes
to slip
upon their bodies.

Watch as dawn
awes you
once again,
why would she come back?
She is as
ineffable
as
rain.

We are
the
bread
without salt.
The wine
spilt from the
goblet.
The body
with
no
dirt
smudged
underneath
the
skin.

Sister Earth,
your flowers are beautiful.
So are your falls of water
and volcanic breasts
that feed your children
the fire they drink
in the goblets
used for your wine.
Let your body
shine.