One Big Mess

Warmth

2/25/19
I haven't updated since November and I'm very sorry!

We're thinking of a world in which this is possible.
This: the blue gum trees, plants pushing through rot,
a mouth on a hand bruised, a love that feels like love.
Listen to the music. She's singing of a cathedral
so ripe with joy that even the gods cannot swallow it all.
It's a slow dance of all the moments your heart
hoarded inside her flushed pink lips, a kind of
sweet sadness like the bruising in the sky. The world
is turning translucent, here. In this silence, this halt
of breath, there's a hunger stale in the air. Look.
Look at all this possibility. Look at the cherry trees
with their arms in the air, heads tossed back and
balls of their feet pink and tender. Look at the
mangos on the table, sunripe orange and sunsoaked
yellow, the yearning splayed across their skins and
between the flesh of their fruit. / Here's Light herself.
She's stopping for the mangoes, and we're falling over
our feet to touch her hands. They're warm, look.

- Darshana Suresh, Warmth