When I First Knew Myself I Was Six


 

When I first knew myself

the wind whipped my hair into knots

untangled by fingers searching for roots

ropes buried in sea salt brine

in the crook of my arm

in the folds of my skin

secretly breathing in

my own amber scent

pleasure of me

nestled in my lungs

tasting deep wells of sunlight

with my tongue.

 

KKLE   April 1, 2016

Wildflowers


 

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She leads me through milkweeds and wildflowers

Into the curvature of distant stars,

Where fireflies dance

Like fires in my heart,

Pulsating, alive

With thunder

And lightening

And where the scent of tall grasses

Still warm from sunlight,

And damp from rain,

Catches between my toes.

Poetry

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