slowly i undress
shaking all of my rattling layers
onto the ground
they fade
the lies
the desires
the fantasies
i return to the most elementary
more primitive than the sun or the moon
only the canvas remains
where god painted me
naked and raw
what did he see in me?
i notice a mirage
in the desert of my soul
and quickly perceive
a sidereal truth
it must be that innocence
bathed in honey
that which attracts bees
sunsets
troupials
the molasses
feeding the soil
when i cry
that sweetness
igniting the stars
when i smile
that white sugar
produced by my breasts
that nurtures every miracle
on this earth.
What are all the sweet and good things that make up who you are? How can you take time to acknowledge them today?
Image via Jen Suarez
