my thyme withered at 18
distant from these limbs to salvage me
interlaced with my mother’s hands, fingers have gone frail
father maimed the garden
resemblances of a mother’s daughter
sent me to the sea, internal bleeding
crystallized prayers, a pocket of coin, an encompassing void
seeking god himself
salt on these scars, baptism, birth
back in my mother’s womb
you mailed me your picture
black and white pigment concealing
luminescence
my wedding smile mended in mortar
you didn’t know that these eyes had long lost their colour
sacrifices to sate a broken well
sweat with each of your words
where does love meet emptiness?
i didn’t ask for rib, sky and truth
effaced and pining
i couldn’t find my voice at 18, there’s no reprieve for a girl like me
seeking god within myself
i meant every loving syllable
found a compromise in contradiction
the years blanketed these bones
a swindled string of salvation
the fabric of god that I could never quite reach
waiting on these stars to summon me
ascend to your outstretched arms
all that ever knew me
|