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(poetry | thought)

Whisper Petal (and she will turn) …

The Rose

…like the rose, am i.

…like the rose, am i.

 

tight in the bud was i | innocent, unknown

tight in the bud was i | innocent, unknown

fairly bursting with the impossible desire to be loved

fairly bursting with the impossible desire to be loved

as deeply,

as deeply,

as tightly,

as tightly,

as soulfully,

as soulfully,

as infinitely

as infinitely

as i loved.

as i loved.

ever trusting | unaware of just how intoxicatingly fragrant

ever trusting | unaware of just how intoxicatingly fragrant

an open heart, an open mind, and open legs could be

an open heart, an open mind, and open legs could be

ravished utterly, and made to blossom

ravished utterly, and made to blossom

yet, not knowing at what cost my mystery.

yet, not knowing at what cost my mystery.

unfolding | revealing my holy center

unfolding | revealing my holy center

petals wanton flesh; seductive, sweet

petals wanton flesh; seductive, sweet

bathed in pale moonlight

bathed in pale moonlight

caressed by the intensity of bright heat

caressed by the intensity of bright heat

worn soft, faded   aching 

worn soft, faded  aching 

fruit heavy with seeds 

fruit heavy with seeds 

a thorn for every tear…

a thorn for every fear…

waiting: like tears, petals will fall.

waiting: like tears, petals will fall.

Ariadne by John William Waterhouse

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What is this strange, ever present awareness of something so unspeakable? Something that beckons in seductive ways and yet, frightens me? Does the rose fear giving itself as root, stem, leaf, thorn, bud, blossom, hip ― only to die to all it has known?

Why do i? Oh,turmoil… That there may not be enough time to fully unfold… to fully breathe in the beauty of this life before my breath is stolen away…

And, yet, the part of me that is eternal witness, observer, knower, seer ― is not afraid… is not concerned at all, actually. She fully trusts that all will unfold and blossom as intended… She honors the circle of life, death, rebirth. She whispers for me to, as well… That the cycles of living are sacred.

i believe her. i do! Only, sometimes, i stay awake late at night, wondering… nonetheless.

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Leesa Wilson2016 All Rights Reserved. LJW Naked Is She

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