slowly i undress
shaking all of my rattling layers
onto the groundÂ
they fade
the lies
the desires
the fantasiesÂ
i return to the most elementary
more primitive than the sun or the moon
only the canvas remains
where god painted me
naked and rawÂ
what did he see in me?
i notice a mirage
in the desert of my soul
and quickly perceive
a sidereal truthÂ
it must be that innocence
bathed in honey
that which attracts bees
sunsets
troupialsÂ
the molasses
feeding the soil
when i cryÂ
that sweetness
igniting the stars
when i smileÂ
that white sugar
produced by my breasts
that nurtures every miracle
on this earth.
What are all the sweet and good things that make up who you are? How can you take time to acknowledge them today?
Image via Jen Suarez
