I close my eyes and hum as I sway in this old wooden chair. It rocks with me.
A wildly mad mad woman, who is free.
Free from the noise that surrounds the air in this pretentious organic smelling crimson painted shop.
I imagine crashing into you – into me.
Like an animal.
“beloved” – you scream
“just drink more water- this holy wellspring. Put down your artisan crafted mug of steeped love and swallow hard. This river is rooted, bathe in my light”.
I sway, sway, sway. Eyes closed.
Hints of patchouli and lavender, rose –
to greet me.
You found me, here in this old shop with cement floors, pouring yourself out on me.
You sway with me – in me – through me.
My branches become yours.
Dance with me.
Be my wild moon
Oh, brilliant one.