From here on out, everything changes.
I swallowed these tropical skies like supplements
And now my own sun burns within
Drawn with a gravitational force towards
Equatorial days and nights and accents
Overflowing with the fullness of a curious love.
Sand flows through my open palms and are
Caught in an unseen mandala that humbly
Predicts the future when mixed with coconut water.
There are visions and numbers and
The soft hand of god that nudges, whispering
Fuck thinking, just do. On my way home I traced
again over and over into the sky as a reminder
Of how to return. In the return we find
completion — circular, spherical — a
Taming of my burning heart-shaped sun.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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