I sipped slow
on your elixir of pretty words,
let them melt like candy
on my tongue,
bombarded with the pleasure
of your warmth,
your sun-kissed seduction,
swayed by your charm
and flooded with your flattery
(overwhelmed, just how
you wanted me to be)
But, the heat soon turned to ice
and I stood there frozen,
your claws digging deep
while you reveled in
a derailing destruction,
the old pleasure vanishing
within my puzzle box heart,
buttoned up and locked
(though you certainly tried
to tear it apart)
Now,
I’ve re-stitched it together
with sweetgrass and sage,
made it stronger,
cleansed the air of your name,
an allegory of faith
and a story of strength
held firmly within its walls
Breath of Words©
Photo: Annie Reha