cathedral
I’ve danced in the garden before
let my feet feel the new grass
I’ve never hesitated to reach up and pick apples
to let their skin’s melt beneath my tongue
and their juices run down my neck
when the weeping cherry trees have dropped their fruits into my lap
I have gathered them in my skirt
taken them into my mouth
and sucked until only pit and stem are left
when my hands are coated in sticky flesh
I don’t regret choosing indulgence
or having had the path of desire chosen for me instead
I pop blueberries in-between my teeth
and look every snake in its eyes
for everything He has put here
I’m meant to enjoy
my pleasure holds no space for guilt
collection II — growth//decay