The child in me
Is madly
In love
With the child in
You.
You are another
Myself! But
Your guardians
Disapprove,
They lock the gate.
I’ve spent my whole
Life sculpting a clay pot
Enormous enough to contain
This longing.
When I come home
To my body it asks
Where?
Where is the beloved?
I fall into my pot
Shaking
And slowly fill it up.
The gate is locked
And I have
Unknowingly
Swallowed the key.
To embrace you I must search
For what might be
Eternity
Through my shit.
I’m held, carried by
The floodwaters
I sit in my pot and think,
“Well, here I am”
I wanted to imagine this flood
Would never come.
Now
All I was is swept
Away
By the tears
Of ecstasy.
