Taste my words

Here for you I am giving up another poem. The power to overcome the ridicule and angst that may have assaulted you for years comes from really and truly digging deep. You remember YOU. You must love YOU. In all your  gorgeous perfections and imperfections. For there is something to love in imperfection. It is unique, it is personal. It is, your claim to identity.

Taste my words!

I feel it inside myself

That tender yearning for something gentle, sensual, and real

For a love everlasting

And perhaps it is more than that…

When I search for that thing inside that is whole and beautiful, that thing that is so much me and yet..

And yet, so far out there…

Disjointed, disconnected,  feeling a since of detachment that starts somewhere from the center and spirals outward

Still… If I silence my mind and lay silent

Yes silent

Devoid of cell phones, media, or the loud loud ringing of another person’s voice violating my ears

If I assault my heart, rifle through its treasures can I find it?

I want to say yes

To no longer look at that question mark in the mirror

To smile and nod and kiss the roundness of my eyes

To stroke the softness of my hair to feel

To feel…

Love

I hug my pillow, and mutter my prayers

My undying devotions to hope

I settle in the warmth of my own soul and there

I sleep