You have seduced art,
from my once distracted heart,
fierce love, from my once terrified body --
you know how to reveal my soul,
shake down my walls, melt my eyes.
I am no longer a rape victim. I have not simply survived. I have recovered and thrived and X marks the spot where I reclaim the power that was given away, where I get to build my life, just as I want it.
At the meditation retreat,
I cried in the shower.
I cried for so much bullshit.
raw and exposed,
and feeling so close
to something real and constant,
I let loose.
To take a lover in the Fall, When the sunlight slants golden Is ideal. Tumbling softly, slowly Floating and falling with the leaves And landing in heap. Autumnal in hue and flavor. Persimmon. Pomegranate. Pear. Crimson kisses on bare limbs. To take a lover in the Fall, ...