you spoke to me with fluent words that calmed my imagination
and made my bones sit still.
your intelligence and generosity consumed my shivering fear.
you spoke into my destiny with the wisdom of my ancestors
and the insight of an oracle.
i came to you with a tea light flickering.
you blew gently on the fire and it burned brighter.
the fragrance consumed my being.
your head was covered in a scarf
and your bosom held the wisdom of the world.
small waterfalls of poetic confession
brought me to tears
after you called me, "beloved one".
like the woman with the issue of blood...
i reached out in hopes of healing
and you told me
*photo by elle moss.