June Jordan

Heartbreak is sweet. 

When it looks like you, 

The morning sun, 

A textured glow 

On golden brown skin.

Let me in-  

I want to love you. 

I want to know

What hides –

What gleams-

What shines- 

What runs –

I want to chase. 

I want to hunt.  

A pleasant stroll 

If you find me-

If you don’t- 

I will wander away. 

I am a pacifist,

I am a warrior of my own heart. 

I am a pacifist. 

I will not strike. 

I will not kill. 

My love is powerful enough to heal. 

Hilltops. Eventually. Rise*

There once was a God that created nothing but themselves.

She was incredible. It was a miracle that she survived, they tried to kill her, burn her at the stake, tried to make her everything that she was not.

She was moving existence to her will, feeding and breathing life into everything she met and it was never enough. 

She was a mountain and other mountains fell at her feet and this is the beginning of her story, for she is a God that changed reality.

Her taste salivated the world, her aroma breathed nutrients into everything that existed. The heavens guided her though the dark, she thought she had lost her sight, death was a miracle for her tired eyes, she found the light. 

It killed her twice. 

This was her life, the third time.

*An ongoing dream.Excited, to share its breath with ease.