Today marks the beginning of a spiral, both know and unknown, remembered and completely anew.
If I bend my back just so, I can slip into the embodiment of your being, wrapped up inside my womb, like a tightly wrapped secret.
My skin stretching over your soft bones, an embrace that only a Mother can know.
And as I shatter backwards, into this remembering, I can feel my future self.
Her long and gentle fingers combing themselves through my hair with the wind.
Every breath she breathes upon my neck, brings me closer and closer to her wise and slow-beating heart.
Her presence is echoed in my eyes, my reflection, the soft places under my tongue.
And when I open to the full timeline and timelessness of this ancient process, I come home.
For all the nausea, and the many sleepless nights.
For all the mind fucks, and warm baths of bubbles and unsure tears.
For all the moments that tucked themselves in between these growing layers of woman.
If it weren't for you, where would I be now?
Floating and drifting away in some far land, untethered by everything except my own selfishness, dreams and desires.
No, I would rather be here with you my love.
Here with your soft body that came from mine.
Here with your star-dusted eyes and exploring fingers.
Here with you, in our milky wonderland, where I hold you, like the most precious dream.
Today starts the spiral anew once more.
Show me, my darling, the ways of your simple love.
Maestro, I am listening.
Picture by Henhouse Photo Co.