Your blue-grey aura found me
A birthday dance
Apple fuckin’ pie
Still await you
Here at 3am
I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.
I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.
You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.
The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.
Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.
More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.
A woken aura found me
Slow-danced me in silence when I thought to over-think
Baby, flanked in trouble, why?
Come here from over there
With your eyes wide open now
Rest in Me, He said
Swim away back
Into the deep, deep color of you
Wear your aura again
Let loose the back muscles that constrain you
Go deeper to come higher
Think cinematographically all along
Your spirit animal and apex instinct
Cameras rolling, claim it
Which questions to answer
Which ones to watch answer themselves
Whether to rush to pursue
Whether to just let truth bloom
I am certain, though
I am manifesting, now
My toe through the tide pool
My whisper in the wind
My excited utterance
My aura around you