My grandmother, came to me in a dream. Her words were pouring like syrup. We look nothing alike but we are so alike. Her scent one of my favorite fragrances. Her hands my second home. Her voice filling a whole room. She was mix of rough and soft. A combination of love and water. She reminds me that a woman can change a life. She tells me I’m an army of them.
You smell of earth and taste of warmth
I think my ancestors sent you to me.
I cannot be like the moon and only shine enough so that you can be the sun.
I’m coming back to you.
It will feel like the ripest berry is the sweetest.
It will feel like sleeping in on Sunday mornings.
It will feel like music on a warm night.
It will feel like the ocean greeting your feet.
It will feel like everything that went wrong was what lead you home.
I hope your edges are soft
I hope your love is thick like honey
I hope you taste like poetry
I hope you pull the words out of me so gracefully I feel your presence in them
I hope the soul and the man in you are at peace.
As I said his name the rest of my life was meeting my past.
It felt like the moon giving the world a little bit of light.
Peace was in sight.
Im at the other end of the phone crying
Feeling so fucking empty
Like you just finished picking all of my insides out
I wonder how you can say one thing and mean another
I wonder how your heart turns to black overnight
Even when I feel this empty i still crave you to fill the void
But I can’t make your light bright
When mine is dying out.