boda de luz
jillian rose
“This kiss
and that kiss
on this piece
and that piece.
I am all
lips
and you
cannot help but
be
a perfect pile of pieces.”
“Don’t you know you’re rootless,
branch free and not yet
sunken into the soil below?
You can move, walk,
and run forward, you can
plant yourself anywhere
you please, let your roots
wrap around any stones
you wish, strong against the
winds that will strip you
of leaf, of limb. Sing me
the song of your branches
blowing, teach me of
stillness when the storms
have died. ”
“Give me a hand to hold,
and fingers that want to
wrap back around mine;
give me a heart that beats
and races, or slows, to
match the thumping drum
of mine. Arms that hold
as well as fold tightly
to be held. The push and
the pull, the give and the
fearless take. Love
is range, the grey
that lives in between the black
and the white.”
