what is the gift?
is the gift loving another or
just loving.
is love a gift at all
or is just
love.
you should ever put just before love
love is bigger than that.
i feel open
i feel broken
i feel naked
i feel am exposed
the gift of love is feeling love
starting from that place
filling you up
where pleasure starts
abdomen meets thighs
it melts me
melts you
light
it's all light
i can't feel my legs
i don't know where i am
but i'm traveling
rocketing -
you're taking me there
{but are you?}
/or is it me?
/this is what i want to say about love
don't be scared of it
sit inside it
even though
it's absolutely terrifying.
i've fallen in love with you and all you want to do is run away
run
get on a plane
disappear
run through the woods
get deep inside
when even a compass can't find your way out
bury you deep
i hold your face inside my hands
and kiss your eyelids
i tell you it will be alright
i place my hands, mouth between your legs
i pleasure you
i feed you delicious food
i take you to where the sky opens up
and swallows us whole
i pull heavy camera to my eye
and you say no.
i tell you your rules are not my rules
i tell you i will never tell.
secret
you are secret
i am your secret.
what is the gift of love.
i feel love
but i never say it
i know it scares you down to your toes
you said this wasn't real.
but you know what?
fuck you and your borders
my heart is mine
my love is mine
my body is mine
/this is what i want to say about love.
it's mine
and mine to give
and you can never forsake it
reject it
give it back
throw it down
break it
Hello love my old friend
Sure is good to see you again
what is the gift?
the gift is love
the gift is a heart
kept malleable
vulnerable, soft, permeable, punctureable
hand me a scalpel,
i'll show you
there
cut there
my heart's been bruised bloodied forgotten discarded dulled
i've sat in the deep waters of grief
i've held the hand of her dying
i've transformed
i've closed up my heart for years at a time
hidden it on a shelf
and smoothed over the door
shallow grave
walked away.
love.
she says the gift is the feeling of it
not the reciprocation
he says no one can ever love you the way you want to feel loved
i say you can't fall out of love
love ain't no fuckin' tree.
/this is what i want to say about love.
it is terrifying
it changes you
it changes everything
it carries you
aloft
from floating you see the land
color blocks and swirvy lines
deep blue water
flattened, like hammer to nail
and it could
float you down
glide
wing ed
nothing but the wind in your ears and clouds in your hair
nothing but your whole body melting into ozone, hemisphere
but it can also drop you
baby bird
empty nest
what looks to be a parachute, ballast
all hopes
evaporate
eviscerated
a fish hook enters, sharp as a razor
pulled out the way it went in
stuck
barb
tearing
slow death, painful. jagged.
love.
so many costumes, guises.
a siren's call
kiss and a slap
/this is what i want to say about love.
be not afraid to speak it
be not afraid to tell it
whether it is taken from your hands, out of your mouth, from your sex
whether rejected, tied in knots
whether turned into lies
whether told
'no. this is not love. i don't love you. you don't know what love is. i've never loved you. you're not worthy of love. i haven't known you long enough. but i told you not to fall in love with me. you know i don't have love to give you.'
what is the gift?
is the gift loving another or
just loving.
/this is what i want to say about love.
love is delicious
inspiring, opening
it's nothing i want to be ashamed of
no matter the subject
no matter here nor there
no matter gender chosen or assigned
no matter
even if secret, unattainable, gone
love is at my door again
/this is what i want to say about love.
This is true, and beautiful. Thank you.
Posted by: Tracey Callison | 09 June 2009 at 11:56 AM
Thank you for sharing, Shuna... You always have such beautiful things to say.
Posted by: Devon | 09 June 2009 at 01:40 PM
Wow. Once again your words catch me off guard with your willingness to share such private thoughts. They also catch me in the middle of my heart with the intense emotion so seem to convey so easily. Best to you. Love is indeed grand.
Posted by: Tami | 09 June 2009 at 05:07 PM
PROFOUND.
BEAUTIFUL.
LUSH.
Posted by: lovebabz | 09 June 2009 at 05:18 PM
this is so beautiful, thanks so much for posting it!!!
Posted by: becca | 09 June 2009 at 07:46 PM
Shuna, this is beauteous.
Posted by: Laurie | 09 June 2009 at 09:34 PM
"you can't fall out of love
love ain't no fuckin' tree."
so true. and so perfect. thank you!
Posted by: laura | 11 June 2009 at 08:22 PM
beautiful. love is who we are, not what we do, that is why it is so compelling and so scary at the same time. loving is its own reward, in truth.
Posted by: hashem.shakila | 14 June 2009 at 06:43 PM
This is beautiful and just what I needed to read today (photos are gorgeous, of course, too ...). Merci.
Posted by: nicole | 15 June 2009 at 06:19 PM
I just felt it is the right thing for me to know about love cos am falling in love with one people neva want me to
Posted by: Desmond | 22 June 2009 at 07:16 AM