above:  It is finished/ for now 

Intima[see] me

 

by:  Mama Nia

Weighted sacrifice

I seduce you through fears and abandonment

Play hidden under-sleeve card hands in a delicately mastered game

Queen of Hearts

Fatal drippings of slow medieval bloodlettings,

We are dead long before the lacerations reveal

absence of poison we were sure created unworthy

Lifeless our pain lines streets free the disease of contempt

We are forfeit

Bear souls while holding familiar infliction

Clench just enough

Enough, self-induced disdain for the “unprincipled” opportunist

We are blurred by benefit

intoxicated

By submission’s sour taste 

I mean what else can you do, but pity me with love? 

And the tiny voice whispers

stop

      wait

            come  

Dance between flames unconditional

Where hints of light show brown flickers in your eyes

In your eyes

Where I see all of me

Us eternally twined balancing laughter to tear 

come

      here

            with

•  
         me 

Enter warmth laced pathways

Where good & plenty melt in truth-teller palates wet with anticipation, speaking forgiveness

We play

Fuse intricate our puzzles

and like childhood connect the dots, glide pencils easy  along a page

1-2 to 3-4 to 5…

an exquisite butterfly breathes life into blank space

We are convolute 

Shed super-shero’s capes soaked red in oppressor blood

Heal through naked creation 

We be Free now

We be new

And the tiny voice whispers 

know

      me

            engage

                  we

In safe… In home