catalyst

(9.15.19 prison letter)

you are free,

I should have told you how beautiful you looked. I guess I might have been trying to hide, dressed in red, I was holding close the idea that we both could blaze to sulphur along side the infinite list of my sins. we are usually shy, speaking our truths in this broken human language……

I tried to tell you, in these same man formed words, that as they fly, we speak, not born into it, but bathed into it. I wanted to spread the words like the feathers from your back, praying again, we need light in this hiding place……..we are of the spirit now ………… we speak with spirit words (Corinthians 2.13)

they say you only need ask, you only need be , you only need believe so every brazen imperfect thought transforms and what is broken of earth is made smooth…..like gold and my lust and my wants.. my love at your feet.. all made smooth and my love now becomes pomegranate seeds in salt and my kiss is the apothecary

She said, “Don’t ask me here”. “I thought…. well… I wanted us to know it”. I could only hurl that response into the 4 inches of stacked glass between us. I stammered because we said it, stumbled because she dressed that way wearing a new ring with her two other rings..one finger and I tried not to look..I was attempting to pour another long cup but she all of a sudden stood and…