It began with a single TEARDROP.
The thing about pain
AND PLEASURE
is this.
It pins you down
In the moment
TO YOUR OWN BODY.
Words flowing into flesh and blood and bone
THE NERVE ENDINGS SIGHING
SCREAMING.
Till the wind is nipping at ears
and cheeks prickling.
The scent of rain on earth swelling
And swirling on air
WANTING only
The RUSH
Of breath
from my heart to my mouth.
I was nearly drowning
still I did not call out.
I AM BECOMING A RIVER.
Maybe the best we can offer each other
And ourselves
IS THIS.
The tenderness of a poem.
The beautiful SOLACE of words.