he loved and worshipped her but his vessel was too small to receive her as a whole
the grandeur of her love the brightness of her light the purity of her heart and soul
it was all too shiny too good to be true so he turned it into evil
if he only knew it was the most real thing he’d ever experienced
every summer i take two trains to get to her along the coast watching the shimmers on the calm waves soon i will get to her to her warmth her cooking her energy her love
her house is messy the floors greasy with the oil and steam from her constant cooking her constant love heavy love
her house always open women from the neighborhood loud tv snacks on the table in the morning i’m on her bicycle rusty with a pink cover she wears the same hat she rides to the same places peaceful winds on my cheeks on my tanned legs i smell her
she doesn’t ask she just does
i miss her
i miss my grandma
Warm summer night Sitting on the balcony floor Facing me closely On the faded blue beach blanket Two wine glasses Two mezcal shots One water pipe
Warm string lights Illuminating the texture of your curly hair Your eyes So wide and open Deep like the ocean Sad like the saddest movie I’ve ever seen
Your eyes on my eyes No blinking so far Piercing through my soul I feel seen for the first time
Big vast ocean Slow dancing waves Washing away all the worries Embracing me with love Love so big that’s out of this world For the little child inside of me
I’m sitting in the shallow water Looking straight into the orange sunset Glitters on the surface The water is warm The whole place is warm I am warm Because the sun is still out there
I am a traveling guide A teacher at times A muse to some Mirroring you wherever I go Things you love and hate about yourself
I am a soul of energy Led by intuition and fire And above all I am a student of life
