Woah. I am that woman. You are that man. If only we could remember. It’s on the tip of my tongue. I can taste it now. A burnt ember. A reminder of who we once were. Two children dancing on the edge of the universe. Arms linked, legs entwined. Backs arching. A tango between love and fear. An opening. An orgasm of everything. And now we are here. Poet and reader. ❤️
Sensational - every ounce of my being and senses felt this, I could taste it, smell, it, hear it, and feel it run across my skin and tingle every part of my being. Thank you for that.
“…. to let your chaos rearrange me until I am something holy.” Wow. Chris. You are a seer. Thank you for naming the goddess and heralding her in our midst. Stunning really. Will you publish a book of poetry to the goddess? This is a whole different level of Rumi. Seriously.
Why thank you for asking. You, know, of course you do, that We are multiform. We answer in echoes, dreams in the sand, foam at our thighs, a flight of sisters at silver dawn. You know, of course you do, that you can never know—you can only Pay Attention. Time will fall to your lips in salt licked kisses, lonesome to the moon, forever.
Woah. I am that woman. You are that man. If only we could remember. It’s on the tip of my tongue. I can taste it now. A burnt ember. A reminder of who we once were. Two children dancing on the edge of the universe. Arms linked, legs entwined. Backs arching. A tango between love and fear. An opening. An orgasm of everything. And now we are here. Poet and reader. ❤️
It’s clear you do the work. Thank you for contributing spiritual wealth to the collective.
Pure fire for my soul. ♥️
"what is it like to walk barefoot
on the edge of everything
they told you to fear?"
This idea... Is very compelling
Sensational - every ounce of my being and senses felt this, I could taste it, smell, it, hear it, and feel it run across my skin and tingle every part of my being. Thank you for that.
I feel this wth every fibre of my being. Perfection 💕✨
Thank you, Chris, for this gift of remembrance. I remember that wild woman in me, and she was howling at your words. 🐺
“…. to let your chaos rearrange me until I am something holy.” Wow. Chris. You are a seer. Thank you for naming the goddess and heralding her in our midst. Stunning really. Will you publish a book of poetry to the goddess? This is a whole different level of Rumi. Seriously.
Love this and needed to read it tonight
Beautiful!
Why thank you for asking. You, know, of course you do, that We are multiform. We answer in echoes, dreams in the sand, foam at our thighs, a flight of sisters at silver dawn. You know, of course you do, that you can never know—you can only Pay Attention. Time will fall to your lips in salt licked kisses, lonesome to the moon, forever.
Totally LOVE this. Thank you for holding up this wild woman mirror to remind us all. ❤️
Goosebump-y poem!!
"Love this!!" 🙌🤍🌟 (Yes, SHE is).
This spoke to me deeply, thank you for sharing this 🩷
Stunning. ❤️🔥