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Yemaya
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The air was thick with sage heavy smoke
cool and quiet and still…
There was a peace that settled into my ribs
and for a moment I was certain you had come.
That words spoken under the quickening moon
had woven themselves into Hathor’s breath,
passed over undulating twilight fields,
parted blood-orange daybreak skies
and broken through mountains and waves
to fill your head with all my windsoaked whispers.
I felt that were I to reach out to the shadows
I would find you so beckoned by my silent call;
Fingertips would trace my wrists
limbs would tangle and breaths would meet
as the ocean at my bedside
crossed lines drawn in the sand
to lay claim to the shore.
There was a comfort in the thought.
Something foreign yet vaguely familiar,
like a life once known, but forgotten at birth.
I curled my fingers into the folds of my sheets-
sunk into tattooed memory and third eye smiles
as I coaxed all down with me into the net of my dreams.
“I can taste you in the air,
feel your salt in my lungs
and breathe your touch into my bones.
I don’t need your body tonight.”
cool and quiet and still…
There was a peace that settled into my ribs
and for a moment I was certain you had come.
That words spoken under the quickening moon
had woven themselves into Hathor’s breath,
passed over undulating twilight fields,
parted blood-orange daybreak skies
and broken through mountains and waves
to fill your head with all my windsoaked whispers.
I felt that were I to reach out to the shadows
I would find you so beckoned by my silent call;
Fingertips would trace my wrists
limbs would tangle and breaths would meet
as the ocean at my bedside
crossed lines drawn in the sand
to lay claim to the shore.
There was a comfort in the thought.
Something foreign yet vaguely familiar,
like a life once known, but forgotten at birth.
I curled my fingers into the folds of my sheets-
sunk into tattooed memory and third eye smiles
as I coaxed all down with me into the net of my dreams.
“I can taste you in the air,
feel your salt in my lungs
and breathe your touch into my bones.
I don’t need your body tonight.”
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