Black axe

SOC Writing_ 27.10.21

Black Axe

My blood, mingles with thee, thine, divine blood mapping, blood sapping - the tree roots a deeper shade of red - the lost soul down a well - a falling apart of everything - the nothing replaced with the something for this very day - the day you make contact and tell me something I do not know. Cut down the tree and hear it crash amongst the fallen forrest - this condition of life held in tension with all of the rest of life - cascading in and out around about - if you told me something sudden I would shudder - but I would still be here loving you, loving you through your chest and out the other side - never ending love - get in the gaze of this heart machine that wants to resonate with your heart - meld and blend and beat as one, as one - you and I are one - can’t be separated, though we can, though we are. In all of my coming and goings this past season I’ve never let go of love - all the grieving - all the passing away, all the nights of groaning and the tears spilled upon my face. In everything love and life continue and I become a tracker - like the lost art of find something through noticing the smallest things - a three day old footprint - the way certain shells the seafloor are arranged - tracking life to find love - tracking love to find you - and I can wait - sometimes it hurts - the body knows what it wants - flesh to flesh - skin to skin - consummate love - yes, and the soul is distant still - over there. Call to that star and wait in stillness - everything comes to pass for the waiter - and nothing is lost in the waiting - the purposeful pausing and listening to that inner heart beat - that quiet uprising where I know myself better now - can calm a storm in minutes - hold this creature in the love I am born with. This love, this one life I’m still deciding to do with you. x