12/5/11

Growing In Our Honey Garden
By T. E. Hieatt


I retreated into a world all to its own
I made the stars I could reach
I swept the floor I could walk
I held hands with imaginary friends
and tasted honey on a face

“Souvenirs d’un autre monde”
sat in my ears
splicing the layers in my chest
back down to the raw

And where once only a memory
of a shadow of the object
Once lay
The dream inside the ember
still holding a fire
lept to the oxygen stirred from my breath
fanning a small flame
collapsing back in
the layers crumbling to Kindle the warmth
a fuel had lain dormant
Waiting
always waiting
for the push and the touch
the Zephyr and the strike
a match ran across
my creaking bones

And with the pleasures of love
and the ache of its sometimes
Painful pull
it drew that substance below
the ember
as only a passionate kiss,
a look of spirit that
goes further than any
man’s musings at seduction

We are bond in belief
Torn by our own tragedies
But the bodies come together
and the hearts, minds, spirits
and tranquil innocence of
a child steps in.
Sticky
like the honey you hold so sweet
When we laugh and when we cry
and all in between.

Tragedy torn pieces fall together
a Kaleidoscope of all that we are
and my ember, my flame,
Spurred on by the reaching
for more air
Climbs up outside of my chest
Setting those parts to fire
and as the past turns to ashes
it is not lost
it is not gone
nothing has died
Nutrients and wishes and the food of our senses
become a heterogeneous blend
to the Sum of the whole
Now to lie in a bed of soil
in the gardens of our Eden
transposed on the face of reality
Sharpening tools to sculpt, these things
into fertile places
Seeds are planted
Some are tossed
Others find their own way there
Whether by squirrel or bird
Wind or rain
it is still a garden
and we absorb
growing
growing
growing

Toward the Sun and cooled by night

Cradled by Earth and pollinated by grains in wind

the green of our shape
the color in our sex
Strong stems support the glory
of timeless mindscapes, heart songs,
and Universe wisdom.

We Shape it all.
We Shape it all.


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T. E. Hieatt is a graduate of history who loves conquering limitations by kicking at the walls between her writing, music, art, and entrepreneurship.