Kilig

 

We wove mystery
and melancholy,
dovetails
and daydreams,
got lost in the mountains,
found ourselves
by the sea
We made love to the moon,
let the dawn be our muse,
our hearts tethered
to their magical glow,
to the secrets they hold,
the brilliant mystique
just out of reach
of our wanderlust souls
We chased after something
we didn’t know,
the shine,
the thrill,
that certain something
we just had to
feel

Breath of Words© 6/23/17

photo by Bryan Castillo

Love Bombed

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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