For Love

My insides once swam in pure spirits
Gone is my bottomless pool
Green garden I’d picnic in
I’ve misplaced my comfort
My old rocking chair
I’d watch the sunset in
I can’t find my foot pillow
I’ve lost the warmth in my throat
The gallop in my ventricles
I long for the vast ocean
For the substance I bathed in once
Intoxicated in once

I want to, I need to become a vessel again
A jar, a bottle, a container
To store untouched honey and nectar
A vial for flowing liquid gold
My hands a bowl
My mouth an opening
My heart a home
For love

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