Victoria

I see you lurking in the shadows
Watching me up close
I hear you calling me by names

Do you feel it embracing you with its long, warm invisible arms?
Touching every inch of your damp skin and wet hair

I’m in that space where there there is nothing but me
I’m in that space where it’s quiet and loud at the same time

Sweat pouring down harder than a mid-July rainstorm
The wind whispers something in my ear
Reminding me to breath

Sometimes, I look at a tree when its green crown is gone
And I wonder if it feels empty.
That hollow phase when you’re in between worlds and seasons.

I hear the bees collecting pollen in a frenzy
From the freshly bloomed acacia trees that smell heavenly.
The wind is carrying the white flower scent, and they begin the most romantic dance.

Can you leave me in the moss?
It feels so good against my skin
That moist is like holy water
Nourishing

I want more of the unseen
I wish to dissolve into the Ether
To have my essence carried by the winds