brewing

it’s that somersault ache that keeps me awake at 3 am, reflecting on when your capable beautiful hands care for and serve those entrusted to you. worship was fingers, awry offering baskets, and i’d have gospel within the grip of each and every
awakening with you.

i crave to dive deep into your ocean, seeking your pearl, an offering to you. send me an angel,
or a god's hand - i feel everything and i want nothing more. peel me back and find your sanctuary, wherein you may stay here protected. take but a morsel of my essence, let me savor the sweetness of you.

of my heart you know the core parts: only next to yours can it remain intact. it is the light-filled shadow and the earliest stillness, only this can come close. with lifetimes of what i’ve never expected you to become in my eyes, i am never very far. i speak of similar veins with you - of sadness, of misery, of tears and blood. of ambiguities and fine lines and red lines too.

you plant a fountain in my soul where love becomes a quiet certainty, with peace as its witness in totality. and maybe our personalities were burning so intensely, like asteroid and comet, that it was no one’s fault? no one was hurting the other as the accidental collision occured, rapids and whirlpools leaving us battling our new reality. the stars implode, the oceans churn and the fae sing in harmony: almost as if our crashing rearranged the universe entirely.