star collapsed

I have read about you, thought about me, and now I want to make love. Not just make it be it , create myself into a space for it.. an all inclusive space for your love, his love, her love. It is as if all wisdom is creating love.

Creating the space is a softening of the skin. To know love is to love. To love is to create love. So here alone, with this slight chill before the fire, I am feeling in love. This consideration for me, is a same consideration for you, and him and them.

I want to make love with the whole me. The old me and the new me, the pink me and the brown me.. I want to make love with the black me. Released and energetic. The boy me and the girl me. The brave me now. The truthful me. I spoke it to you. The stars collapsed your ability, so I am able for you.

I believe that wisdom is creating space for everyone with love. Allowing space for the very best of us.

The church fails. But God does not. And we are of the love and the good. We are two maybe three. Masculine energy scared of its twin feminine is dangerous energy. Patriarchy in fear of itself, failing to reach to love and connect through the lives we have lived. Failing. Love does not fail.

I want to make love. I can taste my hormones in my throat. And it isn’t sex, it is the possibility of creation. Love is creation.

art credit: Wifredo Lam — — Enfant Blanc 1940 gouache on paper laid down on canvas 38 ¾ x 27 ¾”