It is a matter of vigor.
Of life passing from one to the next
within a short window;
within a short window;
one without
a shelf life.
It is not a matter of shoulds.
It is a matter of accidental cursing..
with pleasure.
It is a matter of brine..
musk..
things dirt covered.
It is not about articles,
expirations,
task.
It is sunkissed.
It is passed between few hands.
It is not sterile.
It is ever changing.
It has a cream top..
is teaming..
bubbling..
drunk.
It is not patented,
sealed,
or accompanied by guarantees
except that of freedom
and ownership,
and dissidence.
Approach it however you may.
Come as you are.
Pick up a blindfold.
Or take it all off.
Have a bite.
Don't hold your tongue.
But by all means,
don't do anything
just because
they said so.
they said so.
Deeeeeaaaaamnnnn!
ReplyDeleteIt's about receiving and giving Life,
slurping down the living oyster,
collecting dewdrops on your tongue,
grabbing ahold of the wrigging skink tail,
breathing the steam from a young buck's heart rising from your bare hand in first morning light.
-D
and, I would add, watching a child slurp down bowl after bowl of cream of nettles soup,
ReplyDeletemilk of our green mother,
Unpasteurized.
Yes! Yes!
ReplyDeleteyou never cease to amaze me with your words.
ReplyDeleteLadies...I am honored you are reading!
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