I call upon you now
As I know that I must go
Beneath this new moon rising
Come to me, grand mother of my soul
With your black flame burning
Stay beside me as I descend
Where darkness dismantles my shadow
Sing to me a sentiment of surrender
So that I may pass away in silence
Through my own awaiting gate
And when my fears I meet down here
Take my hand so I’ll go slowly
Witness me through my own un clothing
And when I am laid bare
please touch me with your night
Til I am sweating and seeping out
Slick enough for the slip through
Of what I didn’t know
I was still fast holding.
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Justin Black
I write mostly poetry that flows from feelings, and I enjoy accidental and intentional rhyme.
All photographs are my own
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