You spoke to me in tongues
My body ached to speak that way.
When you touched me my bones sang.
In the burnt ashes of the fire, I tasted a stone
and found it sweet.
I knew you were only my temporary
shaman
I could feel our paths…
I wanted to tell you
all the crooked and shiny ways that I loved you.
how the smell of the earth reminded me of holding you close.
how you looked to me like a bent tree, weary but strong.
I wanted to tell you
that I saw myself differently now…
