Love This

Love This April 2016, Kelsey Leigh.

Love this, she whispers as her voice twangs the strings that run from my head to the sky.

Love this, she whispers as the mosquitoes quietly find their way between my fingers longing to suck me dry.

Love this, she whispers as my ligaments stretch to open old pathways Did you forget, she questions, did you forget that your saw your old wounds come alive?

She tells me I am with you always and yet I yearn for the cooling space provided in her absence.

She grabs a hold of my shoulders and redirects me North to West Her whisper comes, close to my ear – love this.

Weaving her tole on beams of delectable orange light she gifts knowledge of path (present and future) & days later speak to me via one of her sons your confusion is not pathology, it is path (love this).

I feel her deep in my brain, stirring my big black cauldron pot sexual alchemy she says and i think of the lilac robes of that which came to bed with me in the night.

She held me close protecting and allowing and she, grandmother, she was not quite crone, but nonetheless here to guide me on.

Love this, she had said with her eyes As i struggled to find my words, love this, she whispered and i poured myself into her, baring my beating, raw & tender heart to another through her because (thank god) she has come to guide me.

Love this, she whispers as piece by piece she dissipates and i find solace in the rhythm of the tides for it is through them that i shall create.

Love, this.

(Artwork is ‘The Sun, The Moon, and The Truth’ by Dorina Costras).

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