Sep 23, 2008 19:51
the skin on her back hugs her shoulder blades closely,
arms straight and unassuming (as if they would snap
with a single blow)
i look at her and see the possibilities,
want to grab her and shakeshakeshake it out.
i've changed.
hands still tracing hipbones, checking, but with the reality that
the skies are getting bluer, the grass a vibrant green in this desert landscape:
the gates are open and the hills are beckoning, and
i will heed their call.
i want to breathe, to dance, to feel the music in me and be fully
alive.
this small, able body which is so uniquely mine will
sing and dance and live.
in with the love, out with the hate.