longing lips blow out breath
a prayer
an invocation to the universe to whatever gods may be listening
the unspoken words carried in that exhale – the dreams, the passion,
The cries for release from the internal bondage – the tightness
The constriction that binds within – witholding
The deep place, the source of divinity that has been covered over
compressed so tightly
fearing the exposure to the world
Fearing that it will be stolen, abused, destroyed
I release the breath that has been held
Desperate desire to let go
For clenched hands and jaw to finally release
To accept life, to accept love
I imagine the pathways inside, the systems of veins and arteries and capillaries
Bringing life and nourishment – the sacred exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide.
These longing lips want to speak words of beauty
words of love, words of power and healing
To breath breaths of aliveness and expression.
These longing lips give voice to this longing heart
This heart that wants to be touched, held, cherished and nurtured
This heart that wants to seek its own joy – its own desire
This heart that knows what it wants that knows what is true
Knows the love resonance
This longing skin needs touch
Needs to be held and stroked and loved
To be caressed, kissed
Simply for being a beautiful human
a point of divine
Consciousness on this earth
I feel the distance of my skin from my heart
And the universal distance between my heart and her skin
My skin longs for hers – for her touch – her love her holding.
That I could make the connection between my heart and my muscles
To speak the words that must be spoken, to take the steps that must be taken
To trust that this skin will hold me and contain me
To become a heart skin
One that can grow the wings to lift me out of the abyss
One that will have courage and strength
Even the daring to leave the familiar and fly into the unknown.
That I could connect my heart to motion
This path that is laid out before me
That leads from the heart out in a delicate dance
moving closer and closer into the skin, bringing warmth, bringing love, bringing life.
My muscles are heart muscles, my skin is heart skin –
I already have what I need
just trust – just trust – let all the images fall away.
Become like lalla – let your poetry flow out of you – drop the clothes of your ego in the streets and go naked out into the world – let yourself be loved.
