two autumns

October 30th, 2016 ยท 1 comment ยท permalink

(two autumns like a bookend, a series of mirrors, of months that gnashed their teeth into my hair and my hands and my heart and left holes on the other side; autumn like a darkened ruin; autumn like a spell.

i have been holding the whole of this thing in these hopeful bones, that this year might find my way back to a careful grace. a worn stretch of road. a familiar moon.

give me that quiet home again; give me that protecting shelter. give me everyone safe and two strong hands to cup my tired bird heart to rest. give me a tender prayer in the shape of a solid lover, give me those holy rooms. give me the veil and the song and the ritual. give me those soft sacred spaces, a warmth to curl up in. an ending to come home to.)

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