in this still-dark-empty we bloom

with a line borrowed from the illustrious Lucille Clifton

well past 2am i mean 3 i mean 4:17 
by which i mean time slows and we glow golden 
time slips we glisten something about 
being too much glory for the mouths 
of men (we are gorgeous) all wish and bone 
all starshine and clay and heartbeats thunder-soft 
beneath sheets we are kindness unfolding hurt 
unfurling words without meaning out of our minds 
we are all spirit no body yet entirely of these bodies brown
nipples and skin stretch marks and hair all over and 
over and over and it is almost 6am now

time flits time flits time flits time flits while 
simple lovely things like clocks and poems become useless

View of a solar eclipse from 1878 showing the shadow cast by the moon covering the entire sun’s disk, with light radiating from behind by Étienne Léopold Trouvelot. More info here.

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this piece is forever dedicated to my future wife! I felt moved to share a love poem I wrote in our early days (November 2018) to celebrate the life we are building together.

On that note, we are having a wedding in October! Any funds you might be able to send will be incredibly appreciated, as we are funding this ourselves. Stay tuned because I may share details from our upcoming covid-cautious micro-wedding <3