The whisper is not a whisper. It is a conversation - persistent. The waiting is only postponing. As you have requested, the conversation will continue. Consistent, present - persistent. The whisper is not a whisper.
Sometimes it’s like this:
Stripped down, bare bones. Handfuls of dirt, clinging to the earth.
Bold propositions. Expectant, waiting.
I know the news is coming.
Come into this morning all ears. Everything is talking.
Come into this morning all ears, everything has something to say.
I trust the tender bow of the branch that bends as I walk out on a limb. Life has brought me here again and again. And as the tensile strength gives way to the ethers, it's time for me to leap.
Holding back this force, this dam is pressurized and pasteurized by the sanitized way we’ve learned to be free, which is no freedom at all.
I was studying the leaves to learn from them.
I noticed how easily they let go. Gentle, unassuming, bright yellow, whispering their way to the ground.
Layers of flesh dissolved by the hand of your words, painting me naked, until I have no skin.
Until the warble of my heart is no longer my own.
There is no such thing as alone.
I s t r e t c h e d membranes and tore apart herds of screaming animals inside to lay down false armor and find the character beneath the fight.
Guttural cry rumbling up from the depths of my belly, feet planted firmly on the earth, I see you, and I stand my ground.
Blood, she comes now. I can feel her. How close we are to life.
Body knows the ancient secrets, with generous reply.
Blissful reckoning with distant past, and consort standing by,
resolution is humbly woven and desire-driven, welcoming the new bride.
pour through me again. love, i have missed you. kiss me gently on the highest part of my cheek, where the skin is soft and sensitive to the way your lips press down, letting me know you feel the tender parts.
soften my spirit while preserving the strength to be bold in my caring, and fierce in my knowing.
I will take up space.
I will reach down into the cavernous inside and embrace the most precious parts with tender hands, peeling the petals back to show you little pieces of me that would otherwise remain a mystery.
I will take you in. I will feel you, rich and rippling inside me, where this love makes sense.