Cycle of Love

Photo on 2014-01-06 at 20.05

Words likeĀ graniteĀ crunched in his ears.

“This is shit.”

He rips pages from a notebook sitting on his lap.

“Fucking, shit.”

Wads them in his ink stained hands and tosses them into the garbage can fire burning in the middle of his living room.

A bottle.

A lonely bottle.

A lonely bottle sits alongside him glittering with fire on it’s cool brown body.

“Shit.” He says licking his cracked lips and moving the pen back over the notepad on his lap.

You quench my thirst like water to fire I fall damp…

He nods out. Eyes fallen heavy, so heavy they drag his head down to his gut causing him to jerk awake grabbing the bottle next to him, gurgling and snorting through chugs of his real true love. Whipping his face with the back of his sleeve he catches a glance of the notebook in his lap.

“This is shit.”

He rips pages from a notebook sitting on his lap.

“Fucking, shit.”

Wads them in his ink stained hands and tosses them into the garbage can fire burning in the middle of his living room.

A bottle.

A lonely bottle.

A lonely bottle sits alongside him glittering with fire on it’s cool brown body.

“Shit.” He says licking his cracked lips and moving the pen back over the notepad on his lap.

Period Piece Poetics

Photo on 2013-02-14 at 21.51 #2

It’s a shame I must bleed in silence.

It’s a shame I must bleed in silence when so many others bleed.

It’s a shame I must bleed in silence when so many others bleed like me…

“It’s a damn shame.”

I say to myself in a way so no one else will hear me.

“It’s a pain.”

I proclaim as I can’t rest today when my insides are pulsing with moon.

All the world born from our womb.

Yet we are silenced with the claiming that to be treated equal I must pretend

to be the same.

Pretend

every month

again

pretend.

Pretend I do not see nor let anyone else see…I bleed.

It’s a shame I must bleed in silence when it brings me to awareness with all senses flaring as I, woman, embrace my place in the Universe’s cycle.

My place in the visual connectedness of me to Universe through season’s of blood which bring forth life.

Beautiful blood held close in the womb emptied to feel again, begin again, heal again…

Damn shame I am meant to keep this magic to myself.

For I am medicine woman.

For I am woman.

We take our stance to heal the place of the her.

I taste her blood and give thanks for it’s existence.

Give thanks to the monthly sacrifice of self and time and comfort for life to exist.

I hold her blood.

I hold my blood.

I hold alls blood.

I give thanks for it and it’s pained keeper.

“Thank you for this taste of life again.”

She circles through.

Each time I taste her.

Each time I thank her,

each time for each one.

Each time for me.

It’s a shame to be alone in all this lovely bleeding. When so many bleed and have bled…

just

like

we.

Photo on 2013-02-14 at 21.52 #2