Wanting is winter
that immobile longing
relate to it how you will
I adore the way it drives me to my comforts
indoors
internal
inside
before long will be the spring of receiving
choking on the fertility
finally it is here
and it is
so
uncomfortable
arousing
exposing
all winter's longing revealed, blossoming, begging, opening and receiving.
having, the summer
it's here when you start thinking of how it will go
that the light is now disappearing
a chill morning
a breezy full moon evening
autumn's ever looming
but it is not here yet
will you bare your skin to the shining sun, knowing she's withholding herself from you, little by little as the days go by?
will you bask in what is here
get scraped and burned and exhausted
go sleepless and showerless and hungry?
will you gorge on the fruits, bleed on their thorns and let the sticky juice attract the flies?
will you sweat for it, will you shiver in the river? will you capture both ends of the light?
because release beckons
the fall
the harvest
such bounty in death!
Oh, we expect this bounty
everywhere but where it is
when we are letting go
accepting the death of the light
wishing it well with genuine gratitude
(having seen all there is to see, not distracted by any idea that there is something to look forward to)
we can only admire how it all played out
the food set on the table
packed in the cellar
thank you
I will use every bit of this.
This is ... just fuck yes haha