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Divine Language

Divine Language

If my gift was a box of shadows
would I finger the ribbon lightly
feeling the pleasure of the softness
of the silk against my skin.

Or do I tear this tingling sensation open
with velocity and clenched jaw
in trepidation and anticipation.

Every word

that moves

my soul

an inch forward,


the stitching

that holds

my heart


I am bathed and overwhelmed
in the beauty
of expressive connection.

Divine language intertwined
with chance meetings

Forever let me speak from the dirt
that birthed me.

I am humbly entwined
with the muddy magic
of the deepest soul name.

My lifeblood clots
and thickens at the pen.

I shudder off responsibilities
to wrestle naked
with this blank page.

Carve my name in ink to the evermost

Words forever call me.

{ 2 comments… add one }
  • Sarah Jensen August 17, 2016, 10:25 am

    Your words are magic beautiful. Never stop writing.

    • Megan September 11, 2016, 7:21 am

      Thank you so much babe. Love you. And I promise I never will xx

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