Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Daring Darling


Soft tulips are growing beneath

My tongue

Tenderness is the only politics I believe in

Wash me in

The smooth waves of a pale sunshine

Forgive; the self

Forget; the hurt

Surrender into the body
This is the folding of shadows

This is the rolling-out of bright colors
The proud colors

This is the singing out loud
& out of tune

This is the blooming of love
Inside
&
All around
The tired bones

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