Episode 117: Poetry Reading

our breath slows to the rhythm of the crickets lying back on the damp grass the cosmos pinned up above us like a vast tapestry longing to be deciphered, interpreted. i point to the sky tracking the slow ancient geometry translating this sacred language of the planets. call me your cosmic teacher? I catch you staring at me, your eyes catching the reflection of a thousand distant suns in these golden eyes. staring back, I plunge deep into the depths of blue icy water in yours my brain is melting under your words falling asleep under the stars. signals are sent but within, you hold more life and more life and more life… a universe expanding behind your ribcage. this degree of intensity, sustained and wild, pulsates between us in the celestially kissed dark. just being alive next to you is ten shades of surreal but, somehow, makes sense when the sky is this clear, and you are this close. i look away from the constellations, realizing the greatest mystery isn't the one written in light years. it’s your brain and the fullness of you. which I deeply intend to discover and experience, in all directions and in all ways. let us drift off together under this blanket made of stars.Written by https://www.threads.com/@audreylorea This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com