Douse my dreams in poetic licence
because honey, I’m BACK
to black, poetry, colour
to kaleidoscope love
to kaleidoscope feeling
to kaleidoscope healing
free-thought, free-write, free-be
I value my freedom and
form and function [are] slip-ping
like mist
nothing more than evocation
gutteral, sensuality, language
I, ME, MINE
awakening
I’ve been dying to
speak. to say something, anything.
I’ve missed this
presence, I’ve missed this
warmth, I’ve missed this
power
and I’m hungry for more,
embodied.