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imagine love manifesting on your skin
Imagine what love itself might look like
in a physical organic form?
a slow reclamation of your being, after love
crept in and grew hollow roots through the
middle of your heart.
last night, Love appeared at the foot of my bed
I lay still, half awake under my white linen sheet
debating if this glowing sublime form before me was part of a dream
i hazily smiled
it leaped into the air before swallowing me whole
engulfing me in its womb
a swamp like terrarium
muggy but sweet
my skin became plump and crimson as I floated in Love's waters. The air smelt euphoric. The water warm and sweet like sugar in my mouth. My body was glowing
I felt a deeply joyous pressure on my chest
i could stay here forever i thought
lost in Love
floating in circles
drinking up its juice until my stomach bloats and my eyes burn
protect your energy
I never thought i'd see the day.
I never thought i'd see the day.....
i wish you could shelter me.
But love did not feel the same
Its womb grew cold at the thought of forever
the water turned sour, restless
Love spit me out onto my cold bedroom floor
hovered a inch above my wet face
and whispered 3 inaudible words
Love kissed my forehead, kissed my nose
and dissipated before my swollen red eyes.
I dried myself off with my white linen bed sheet that had fallen onto the floor
something akin to grief
mixed with gratitude
with the taste of bitter sugar still on my tongue.
I went back to bed
in shadows caress
knowing love would return to me
better than before
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