I am still, I am naked.
Darkness is the velvet cloak that covers
All of me.
My skin. The softness of a feather.
Drops of silence trickle through my veins, and I am whole again.
Remembering becomes elusive when I begin to think and get crowded.
Getting lost in the labyrinth of the screeching noise of the Milky Way.
Forgetting the clay I’m made of, I moan and search for the darkness.
She turns me into liquid.
I become translucent like a starfish.
I see
The purple mist behind the veil -
I can almost touch it and reach my galaxy.
Holy are the cries of my soul, and I can hear whispers of the eternal sound.
That is. Always.
The Mystery. The Knowing. The Wonder.
My Essence.
With every breath, I drink it in.
About the Creator
Ute Luppertz ✨
I am an animal lover, a meditator, and a wisdom keeper. I live my passion through writing about life and animals and working as a pet death doula and animal communicator.
You can learn more about me here: petspointofview
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress7 days ago in Poets
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Beautiful poem! Well done