Now that delicious feeling has morphed into a contracted foreboding that you just can’t seem to shake without at least two glasses of wine.
“There is a grief
Carried in my bones forever
So profound that I fear
If I meet it fully I will die.”
I’ve been tempted to judge myself as desperate and needy, indulging Mills and Boonesque fantasies of a romance with the ghost of a troubled surfer-boy from Palm Beach.
To my relief
And I dropped in..
Past the anger
Past the anguish
Down, down, down
To the grief.
To the very bloodroot of things.
“I am more awake than I have ever been… yet reeling from the dream.”
Originally posted on Joyous Woman! with Sukhvinder Sircar:
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