Waiting on the sun to sleep
I allow my clothes to grace my ankles.
I turn on the shower –
Grab a wine glass and make it less hollow.
Slip into the shower with the the sole purpose of scrubbing my soul clean from anything a that is not me.
In pursuit of nothing less than self intimacy
Longing to be intimate with myself, and only me.
Hot waters hit my back,
hot vapors hit the ceiling,
dancing in the air,
graciously existing my body,
Stripping away characters that remain long after the person leaves.
Long after the pain.
Finally allowing me to enjoy my company..
My body now feels like home to me.
Laying naked, un ashamed of baring my flaws.
At this point, I am aware that nobody matters more than me.
I get cosy with no intention of touching myself, but rather to invite myself and let myself know me more.
Reintroducing myself to my scars.
Identifying features beyond intertwined branches, drawn from places much deeper – rooted trees in the soil.