Ripe

The moon is ripe

Heavy with transcendence and dripping from the vine

I’ll hold it delicate and child-like

A pearl in midnight cup

Open the wine to free me up

In vino be defined.

It’s cold on my insides

Though strands of blood that equal love they warm my spine

Still crooked from all my lies

And all my cries

Still on another’s side

Waiting to arise.

The stars beat time

And I am sitting on the sidewalk

Hearing cultures that won’t leave me behind

I learn to relax

Into this vision of no past

The fruit of presence ripe.

Defeat comes and goes to sleep

For there is no retreat

From the destiny you seek.