Where There Is No Rest

Untitled Part 11

I was not subtle in my abrasiveness towards the stranger

I examined him as possibly the Bundy type,

and we conversed for hours in the cafe.

More peculiar than strange he became.

And in my confusion

I became more silent

We strolled through a time capsule of

land still new to our feet.

He taught me how to truly ground myself

and the anagrams of words I would carelessly speak.

I went through energies

and he being the first man I told of my rituals

my curses

and spells.

Manipulating frequencies throughout the day

I found myself sharing his bed and tub

and the clasp of hands

I was softening again.

The man before stomped on my progress

towards loving the world again.

And the new lover asked what turned my world dark;

from the blue.

What had put the chains on my free spirit.

It always seems to be the lover that does the most harm

That gives you the most warmth

and blows out your light
the spark in your eye

She is gone.

But there we were

and I couldn't shake the safety

No disgust

No judgement

It was just pure.

A man who lived in the Land of Death

Told me I was different

and finally I found authenticity within

not myself, but the world.