From the corner
You may not see
the frailty
-Tenderness-
that breaks your heart
to a puddle of grief
Want not, Love
What you are looking for
is not here
Seek not
for returned tears
in the eyes of the Cold One
Instead,
Leap naked with
open arms
to your Beloved
Writhe like a mad woman
in the dew of morning grass
Let your breasts sway
wildly as you
dig deeper
in the cold, moist dirt
When laughter
showers your sorrow
When your body is adorned
with Earth’s creation
Smile, Sweet One
You are Home at last.
– written by Angela Savitri
