Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

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Letters to Pluto’s Moon

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Hello lune luna,  

This invisible tether never leaves,
muted at times –
presence lingers,
like imprints of hot heavy hands
searing skin
a wild inferno on my velvet drapes, burning
Smoke blurring torment and liberation
the heat coaxing me in my hazed state,
to fall into a thick slumber
This time to find that in my core layer
I was very much a- l- i- v- e
buried in the shape of my own dimmed light,
resembling a rotting corpse
I finally woke up, painfully
red-eyed and slow
to find

little moon

of eons ago
brilliant for Pluto
I revere you for refusing to be small
Your presence points to galaxies more --

My hope landing on chains,
adorned before
mirrored ties existed

Now locked in a lonely room,
suffocating.

I wish to be set free

Cosmic timing,
Where do you begin?
and where do I end?
Like the rhythm of the ocean,
My soul in tune with one frequency,
surfing waves by moonlight,
enveloping me, soft as silk

To drift onto a shipwrecked island,
as if made for me

I’m afraid to stay,
terrified to sink into this way of being

What was gifted this year
Hurts

Always yours...