Sacred Space

I have built a fortress
impervious to the tentacles of schemes

you can call but my phone is
where elephants dance on the graves of dreams
stirring them back to life

the walls vibrate with the truths of birds song
translating mutated stories
of yours and mine
that drip like molasses
into the moat

i watch
as blossoms blow their ephemeral scent
passing through me
carrying waves of sensation
that weep through my fingers
melting the floors
to nourish the soil

my roots penetrate
divergent strengths
to the center of creation in my belly

i have built a fortress
she grounds me
she holds me
she protects me

you can knock but the doors are on

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