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Where were the words I knew as a child. The words that would come to calm me late at night as my body felt its hips growing, as the sweetest changes happened as I was busy dreaming of something else, and I awoke in the morning a woman.
the words my heart beat through my veins and out through my hands.
He came to pollinate, and the words changed. The rivers flowed backwards. The mystery of the ocean forgotten.
I walked into his forest alone. , and remembered what it could be to be of the earth. A story that was told through our bodies, a story told through our noises, the sounds of the jungle.
For a while I forgot the mysteries of the ocean. We spoke the language of the bearing of fruit. We walked the lines of vines, and then broke the skin of the fruit.
One day, I found myself walking the line of the between the ocean and the sand.
Im not sure how it happened.
And I saw him down the shore, as he speared a small fish.
and I remembered the ocean.
and I felt it from my eyes.
and I turned and dove in..he didn't see me. Leaving him alone on the shore with the tiny flipping body in his hands.
My body sunk beneath the waves, and then I knew depth.
My body surrounded by fluid, and then I knew being held.
The slow passing of creatures, and then I knew love
and down to the bottom in the pitch stillness,
and I knew death.
the words my heart beat through my veins and out through my hands.
He came to pollinate, and the words changed. The rivers flowed backwards. The mystery of the ocean forgotten.
I walked into his forest alone. , and remembered what it could be to be of the earth. A story that was told through our bodies, a story told through our noises, the sounds of the jungle.
For a while I forgot the mysteries of the ocean. We spoke the language of the bearing of fruit. We walked the lines of vines, and then broke the skin of the fruit.
One day, I found myself walking the line of the between the ocean and the sand.
Im not sure how it happened.
And I saw him down the shore, as he speared a small fish.
and I remembered the ocean.
and I felt it from my eyes.
and I turned and dove in..he didn't see me. Leaving him alone on the shore with the tiny flipping body in his hands.
My body sunk beneath the waves, and then I knew depth.
My body surrounded by fluid, and then I knew being held.
The slow passing of creatures, and then I knew love
and down to the bottom in the pitch stillness,
and I knew death.