Forwarded from raccoon fest (ocean)
tell me about home,
how the word tugs and turns,
the heart sinking, as it would,
into waters it soon forgets.
how the soil was damp,
and looking for my hands,
i bled,
and it was prayer.
my roots burrow, currant-red,
my roots, cut and frayed.
the first time i prayed,
i repeated my name till
it rang
like something here and true.
the first time i loved,
it was an execution.
it surged, soared, sorely
missing where my doors
barricaded and held me in.
how the word tugs and turns,
the heart sinking, as it would,
into waters it soon forgets.
how the soil was damp,
and looking for my hands,
i bled,
and it was prayer.
my roots burrow, currant-red,
my roots, cut and frayed.
the first time i prayed,
i repeated my name till
it rang
like something here and true.
the first time i loved,
it was an execution.
it surged, soared, sorely
missing where my doors
barricaded and held me in.
F U L L ♪
tell me about home, how the word tugs and turns, the heart sinking, as it would, into waters it soon forgets. how the soil was damp, and looking for my hands, i bled, and it was prayer. my roots burrow, currant-red, my roots, cut and frayed. the first time…
Ocean blesses us with their poetry once again