Sometimes the fire burns so hot that it cracks open a seed that has not germinated in hundreds of years. How does the universe decide the timing of this event?
A lot about a fire that burns so hot could be compared to that of a new love that is taking root.
Was it fate? Was it dumb luck that we came alive? Is it ridiculous if we are to geminate—only to find no nourishing rains—and return dormant?
I can only tell the story from my side, as he still doesn’t know who I really am and where I came from.
On The Other Side of A Breath
He breathes for her
Her hair, near transparent, & shiny-flaxen in the moonlight
One of her safe parts
It frames her exquisite, radiant face
But he can not see her in entirety
His love is the color of day light
He can not help himself
Although she has rough, thorny elements;
Her hurting places
In his glow, her beautiful aspects distract
Shadows cast over her sharp, rough regions
Her bright places illuminated by the light he casts
How can he help himself?
She is a balance of tough & delicate
Yet, he only sees a save haven
Perfect for his love to dwell & thrive
He knows nothing of her past
He knows nothing of her present, really
Except for what he perceives and sees
Yet he sees what he wants to envision, not of what is real
If he really knew her
She may or may not still exist in his mind
Too tough to process
What she has been through
He really doesn’t want to understand her
He just wants her
To please his imaginary vision of whom she must be
In his distracted vision
Persistence is victorious now
And so. . .
He continues to breathe for her
To keep her afloat on his luminous cloud
Buoyant in the light he emits
If only aloft in his thoughts
Floating upon the other side of the breath that he breathes for her
Blinded by his own light
And he wonders……..
“Why hasn’t the party started yet?”
She appreciates his breath
Even though she dies a little more each day
As she doesn’t have her own
For long enough periods at a time
~ Laura Kutney
And a beautifully worded and sung song by Florence and the Machine called The Bird Song:
And these too…
You Keep It All In by the Beautiful South
And Unwell by Matchbox 20
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Sign up for our (curated) daily and weekly newsletters!
Editor: Jenna Penielle Lyons
Photo: Courtesy of the editor
Read 2 comments and reply