LONDON (SIX | SUPPORT)

Warm hands of gold, silver, coral, copper, and coal

gracing my brown body

coating me in succulent, rich, clear shimmering juices

of nourishment, as we move, slowly, to the sounds

of our gentle, still, small voices within

They are loving me because I have given them honesty

with no cost, just a trust that thrusts good things into our lives

Their hands are smooth and sometimes rough

rough when my skin needs to be scraped of exuding fear

and worry that begins to show on the outside

We are constantly moving, no matter how (sometimes) slowly,

as we dance to trust,

arching our backs to reach for the stars

contracting our torsos to nourish each other

with touches of love that reminds us to keep on

We are each other's safety guides in a confusing world

reminding each other that it is, in fact, safe to use our gifts

and when the sun shines on one of us,

it shines on the rest, because our hearts

sing to each other as we touch, and as we dance

This is real love, without pretense

with good painful honesty, and brave nudges

We are each other's home bases

in these ambitious, bullying gusts of wind

To be creative, and loved at once….