"your body was the map, i was lost in it"

[cayley_jane]

i want to claw my way out of winter with hot sharp nails
scrabble in the frozen ground until i unearth moist green grass
i want joy to sing through me until my entire body is a prayer
i want to understand the murder of crows as they mass overhead
in their evening journey to burnaby
pick up my whispering skirts and heave myself into the air with them
my body as light as ten notes of music
i want ocean crashing clenching thighs
to be the shore waves break upon
I want a mane of floating cloud banks,
the consuming light you fall into
i want to be the pure spirit i always have been
unfettered by
inappropriate
flesh