Expansion of clouds.
Storm inside begging to birth.
A keen knowing of moons long ago
inhibited from their full cycle.
Trepidation running through these veins
and desire lodged in my throat.
Decades old cries begging to be heard.
Beneath the tantrums and tears
childhood mysteries become a simple language.
Mend me with the arms of love.
Patient explorations for what exists
beneath a beautiful surface.
Sensual excavations unearth buried treasure.
Longing gives way to freedom.
Skies burst, thunder roars
and lightening flashes.
The desert finally hushes.