Take the Moment

Squeezing the alphabet out of my eyes

Lips lying parallel to my absence of sound

So gripping a word

What he told me…

What types of breath were available?

The nights were so alone,

When my mood was not available

This violently loving man

Accosted me

And took my cheeks up

To check in with the Goddess

To see if I were one of the living

Who could naturally have survived

And as I was unwilling,

He assumed the authority

As I was forced to be giving

Because never before

Has he had this much fun

But to lay with me in bed

As I violently rapped

Such words so easily sounding

Better than his past.

Possession never understood freedom.

It never wanted it.

Perfection is holding us together, what was never won.

Because if the past has laws, boundaries

Welcome to be crossed.

For one, love requires abandon and a necessary loss.

The moment we are afraid of, there is only the answer

Surrender lies in the backseat of abandon

Because never enough is felt

As much as joy as it’s happening

And never enough joy is the phantom.

Because we are processing the loss.