I have seen the sunset side
Of you
I have been lovingly, carefully bruised
By the surgery you have done
On my heart
You are taking me
Apart
Tag: love
Slip
I look into the glass
It is melting
My reflection
Distorting
Slipping
Like waves through my hands
A tidal wave
Everything is ephemeral
Everything is rice at a wedding
Trampled underfoot
The light refracts
With a misstep
We broke our mothers’ backs
It was a long labor
And the pangs echo
Like the end of the world
It is coming
Like a train
And like a tornado
Like the last rain
Before the flood
Three
Two
Blackberries in the Afterglow
Blackberries in the afterglow
This is June
Sighing that long sigh
That I am close to you
And the daughter in the unmown grass is swaying
In her Maid Marion gown
With purple stains all the way down
And there are so many unknowns
But we are not afraid of oceans
The little boy with the brown eyes
Says something precocious
And I am making snapshots in my mind for you
I’m taking notes
Of everything I want to share with you
While I’m dreaming of boats
Not Forever Broken
You will not be
forever broken
I promise
My Love will save you
My Love will make you whole
Breathe Me in and I promise that death will not choke you
I’ll untie the ropes of the lies you’ve been told
I am your faithfulness
I’m your commitment
The strength of My Arms is a tower:
Run into it.
You’re My heart’s desire
My treasure
My beauty
These eyes look past your failures
And see what you are truly:
What you were made for
And what my love makes thee.
I want you heart and soul,
Look in My eyes….
I’ll never give up on you.
Be My bride.
“I will betroth you to Me forever;
Yes, I will betroth you to Me in righteousness and in justice,
In lovingkindness and in compassion,
And I will betroth you to Me in faithfulness.
Then you will know the Lord.”
– Hosea 2:19-20
“The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;
To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.” Isaiah 61: 1-3
India is a Glass Bangle
India is a glass bangle.
I slip it onto my wrists, and it glitters.
Like any glass bangle, you will break
When I leave you
And my heart will break too,
my India
But such is the cost
Of love
And beauty
And bangles.
From Blue Chunni
Hurting with you
And I know that these words are hurting you
I just wish you knew that I am hurting with you
Every syllable’s killing me too
the love of the taste of words
It’s the love itself
The love of the taste of words
The love of feeling them crawl across your fingers, and up your arms and neck,
of feeling them kiss you and bite you
and get in your bloodstream
of feeling the words transform you
by your reaction to their power
of feeling them sizzle and hiss and scream and giggle
and knowing ourselves and our world and our God
because of these
because of these
these
wordswordswordswords
but more than that…
because of this
because of the this thing that cannot be held…
because of the love itself
