the island sticks to you

June 12, 2017

the humid air is hard to breath


my lungs are heavy



i float into the spaces between

where does the dream really begin and end?? 



it just continues…. 


here, i feel and see and sense more

like a deer in the woods


there is no gravity to weigh me down


the different layers of myself work together





letting go of the stories i’ve told myself 

the stories i’ve created to 


create me…

the layer i see when i look in the mirror

or hear my own voice


in truth

the real me… beyond the bones is 



to set the stories free with the wind 

soak them in the salt of the ocean


it cleanses me from skin to soul

rocking me in its rolling waves


when i leave its embrace my body still remembers


it continues to float 

as buoyant on the whites sands as it was in the water


it remembers


what is beyond this skin...

lifetimes of 


sunsets, oceans, magic, stars



as i lie down to rest at the end of the day

to live in the other side of the dream for awhile

the island's little love notes remind me…


the moist air

that love,

stuck to me in the sweet sweat of my pores

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