TheCrazyTarantula

I let you peel back my layers like birchbark, It was not a game to me. I showed you my wounds. Where he took his knife and hacked at my self-love and trust in others, and my sense that I was worth anything. Every time the sun and shadows fell unkindly on me and I had to contort in a new shape just to keep living I told you about it. Like the way leaves are shed and spread on the earth, to keep you warm in your winters I gave you things I made with my own blood and love. I let you see my green wood, the places where I am not yet growing, and I promised to take you with me on my sacred journey If you wanted to climb my trunk and hold my br

A day without you the entire hungry moon in late winter, thirty days lacking food Fill the void in my soul with your prescense river rushing to the sea, never sated My heart is yours, acorn the squirrel steals Ah! You are a little thief! Let us touch hands, solemnly, chastely like flowers seem to do, or let our fingers interlock, true embrace, like pollen Swirling and mingling unseen in open air I want to hold you like moss that clings to sighing pines or earth that cradles sweet roots Kiss me, breeze descending to stir lake surface or sun that sinks into crimson sky Either way, let's be like two paths twisting deep in the forest that m

I threw my self at your feet Into your orbit Sacrificed all thoughts of tomorrow threw them to the wind to be scattered or to snag on your gravity The void in my heart Filled with blinding bright light and a supernova, Silent, trembling, no bang, no heat. Absence reminding me that the lack in my heart is home Slow parting like Polaris being dragged away from its place center stage in earth's skies How could one star make me forget that the night was so dark? And then remind me?

I want to weave myself into the warmth of a paint brushes soft strands Like settling into a cocoon I wish for a way to slip into the space between the layered paint and papers’ embrace The way one falls into a dream I am sick of stretching myself too thin across these endless days The ones that begin on the sidewalks and expand up, up into the sky, Ending where, I do not know, But there is not enough of me to fill them.