Where I am she will meet me
among the naming of the trees
and the subtle serendipities
I land gently on crows’ laughing feet.
Carefully trace the blue rivered breast,
try not to worry about what comes next,
for only time can bloom fruit sweeter,
and where she is I will meet her.
Only here, only now could she meet me,
and could we open arms so completely,
that where the branches meet the sky
we could slip away inside and
be calm,
for we will meet where we are,
and we will meet where we are.
lou moon is a vague and formless artist occasionally found reluctantly exploring the spaces between poetry & music, gender & sexuality, bristol & london. Part time artist, full time hippie & a regular at LBGT+ spoken word open mics in London, their work explores the intensity of the interplay between mental health and relationships, spirituality and symbolism, metaphor, vulnerability and queerness in all its forms. @_lou_moon on instagram & twitter
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