DANCER
8.4.19
Darwin mentioned survival of the fittest twice in his theory of evolution.
He mentioned love 95 times.
there are days of you on my skin
bruises of me on yours
black and blue my fingertips on your chest
a sunset licked night
the perfect plum – juice sweet and tart ripeness
Eric Garner
we re raising some flag at half mast because shit fucking hurts sometimes
so let us be lamb
syrup in salted eggs
the sound of your lovers heartbeat lulling you to sleep
when so much of your body speaks to mine
how can it matter whos rib to who
catching me off guard with what i already know
lover, these tears are joy tender soul thinking
“oh there you are, i’ve been looking for you”
all that to say
let us be the force of nature darwin spoke off
an avalanche of kindness a downpour of sweet
let us be tree sap and sunlight kisses
let us be wind giving company to the lonely
or at the very least
let us love one another – right here, right now, in the belly of the beast in the gentle of the moment. As I do, as you have.