From the dreams of more than a decade I am divorced
I have declared war on the innocent surprised
Cut off my steady right hand
And sent proclamations across the land.
I have tremored and bled and given away my hope
Been undead, released and broke.
Yet I have clothed my child in love.
My useless body clothed in love and nothing more.
This love that has torn away my hood.
So now I see the world in full relief.
All the terror, glory, light and grief.
You see the north wind blew a man to me.
And my fate was shaped that day he crossed the sea.
the moon is a scythe that cuts all bonds
the sun warms even the soles of my feet
After the storm a gentle wind that blows the lost ships home again.
photo by Hans-Jørgen Jahr @pileoftrees
‘I should like to lie still
As if I was dead – but feeling
Her hand go stealing
Over my face and my hair until
This ache was shed’
– DH Lawrence
This love impales me through and through
With the sweet sadness of one day losing you
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Becoming water we might join
That ocean of lovers that have been and are yet to come
Tangle your hands in my hair
Press your mouth on my heart
Hold me like you did one thousand years ago
When the world was younger and we first came apart
You see I made this garden just for us
All the bees and flowers and the weedy grass
The mossy corners and the unravelling fern
The secret bulbs and the abandoned nests
Those hundred flowers blooming in my footsteps
And every tiny leaf that grew under my hand
I planted all those seeds for you
Before you even stepped upon the land