Experiencing spirituality and love. I wrote two versions of the same poem. |
Sweet God One Inhale… Then exhale… Just don’t forget to breathe. Suck it in… Do you feel it? Breathe it out… Do you taste it? Dry, cracked lips Crumble into sweet dirt on her tongue. Mud too thick to swallow Cakes her mouth like clay. Her lips burn like fire, Turning her tongue to ash. The embers scratch her throat And burst to flames inside. She breathes in the earth And it smothers her throat With broken lips and swollen tongue. She breathes in the stars And they burn inside her chest With ashen throat and cinder-filled stomach. She stands firm And the ground disappears. She looks at the sky And the stars separate. Words thicken into honey. Sweet sugar melts her broken lips, Softens her swollen tongue, Soothes her shredded throat, And cools her burning chest, She inhales. She exhales. She opens the door. Sweet God Two She breathes in the stars but they burn her tongue to ash. The embers scratch her throat and burst to flames in her chest. She sighs out the earth but it crumbles into sweet dirt on her tongue. The mud, too thick to swallow, cakes her mouth like clay. Inhale… Then exhale… Just don’t forget to breathe. She opens the door and steps through. She stands firm And the ground disappears. She looks at the sky And the stars separate. Words thicken into honey. Sweet sugar melts her broken lips, Softens her swollen tongue, Soothes her shredded throat, And cools her burning chest As she inhales in the sweet taste of Love. |