write

sagra del words

| Sheree

landscape on the turn

throws me back to another time, another place

in the mountains of Lazio

we gathered to write

taking inspiration from the changing colours

we gathered to share

visiting the ruins in Rome

ice creams and coffees

we gathered to create magic

pink frosting and all things nice

| Sheree

you can not say i did not give generously.

you can not say i did not give openly.

you can not say i did not give my truth.

you can not say i did not give my care.

you can not say i did not give my sweetness.

you can say though, i did not take your shit.

you can say i did not take your childish ways.

you can say i did not take your attention or care

and i most definitely did not take you heart.

peony practice

| Sheree

peony, oxeye daisy, foliage and rose.

i practice their names like i practice how to breathe

without you. i smell you still upon the covers, upon my skin.

citrus, moss and burnt wood. your magic seeped under

my skin into the blood. hypnotising my senses and made

me light, made me forgetful and soft. no regrets.

i only wish, i had kept my eyes open in order to see your guise slip

like a big blousy peony petal to the earth.

the orange fish is softer and warmer than you

| Sheree

let me embrace the orange fish. the orange fish compliments my dress.

compliments my wanting lips and heart, much better, much softer than you.

as i hold my heart in haste and protection, let me embrace something that is willing

more open to my grace than you. i thought i made myself clear, i’m not here to

stare into cold glass eyes, twisted thoughts and warps hands and heart.

let the wind blow through my hair and take all promises of you away too.

the rooms may be empty but this orange fish will make me warmer,

the sweetness is ruined

| Sheree

stuck in the dark, you ruminate over what went wrong.

did you give too much in too little time?

did you show your soul too soon, too full?

stop. you will never know his being, his concealment.

his omission. grieve if you must. but it is his loss.

you are still full, still sweet, still in control

of the cake, the knife, your heart.

sacred love

| Sheree

listen to your heart. allow the serpent to wrap itself around you.

there’s danger yes, risk. but also joy and pleasure to have.

let go, don’t hold on to tight. let the apples fall where they fall.

just savour the h=juicy connection, the meeting of bodies and mind.

be your full self. it is them who cannot not handle your full heart.

the rot is theirs not yours.