My arms are grieving.
Where is their home?
Nothing to hold,
Nowhere to roam.
Your skin was the compass
That lead them to peace,
And they can’t read the guide
On this futile fleece.
Bring me my hearth,
Let me into your chest,
And pacify my limbs
From their deep unrest.
When you come back to me, come alive.
I am weary with apparitions.
I want to hollow out a home,
Create a life in your bones,
And live blissfully in your fission.
My body is a dark and empty concert hall, all except for me. I have trembled its shadows just barely, with my own voice quaking in a passion that has always been thrown to waste - for it has always been for myself.
But then you came. And as soon as you took the stand with me, I felt my whole body fill with resonance, melodies and rhymes of the most profound kind spilling into each nook of the room, flooding my body with light and sound. Each day I walk with a golden glowing ball in the pits of my body’s orchestra, incandescent with the thrill your song sends me.
You are the musician that palpitates my corridors, the ripple that sends me swelling through my days. And if ever my body lacks the surge it needs to carry on, I merely have to meditate on your music, the majors and minors that whisper to my walls. And then I hear the bellows from below, shout proudly and say, “you are loved.”
Lovely bit of day it’s been. This shall be a summer of great pleasures.
I am going to get everything I have wanted for myself this summer:
-A job that pays handsomely. And I will only have to spend the money on gas and the occasional delight.
-Peace in my Grandmother’s home, alongside my sister. A backyard to relish in, the quiet to bathe in, and the only companionship I need.
-Food that will nourish and restore me, giving me the energy I will need to properly drink in the summer.
-A trip to Atlanta, Georgia, for an entire week, just to see my darling dearest. I’m going to be treated to the greatest sights and smells of the area, which I am thoroughly looking forward to.
-Seemingly endless time to tighten the loose ties of my craft and prepare for my role in the fall.
-Happiness. Happiness and harmony that has been so lacking anywhere else.
Everything’s going according to plan, whether I actually planned it or the universe sent me a surprise that led to something I’ve always wanted.
Thank God for my man. Thank God for my man. Thank God for my man.