Awe

 

 

Uncensored.

Raw.

Visceral.

Fierce.

Real.

One love.

 

Following the experience of your shared secrets,

the thrash and throw and through and through, you ask

“What do you think?”

An invitation to write my pale words on the dark chocolate of your back;

ink, paint, and turpentine coursing through my veins,

my heart impaled and split in two,

I find words insufficient and

long to create a new language

worthy of such magnificence;

your work, your words, your totality.

 

Teleme ~ the pounding of my heart as I come close to the earthenware that came through the fire much as I have.

Boudanai ~ the way my skin warms with the knowledge I can leave my bed and stand unadorned before your vision.

Masame ~ the desire of my fingertips to trace the curves and edges that grace my walls.

Siranah ~ the tears which well up, but do not fall, as I greet the splendor that honors my home.

Wanamba ~ the sacred words whispered as I pour myself into the open vessels so willing to receive me.

 

What do I think?

I think I am in awe and

only beginning to know

what to say.

Please, my friend,

be patient with me

for your grandchildren

deserve words far more worthy
thank I have now.

 

~ Mk Michaels