My Love (Madison Elizabeth Holland

My Love (Madison Elizabeth Holland - Lafayette, LA)

You stand firmly
arms open wide
to catch and hold me
in any shape or form I choose today
if I am a dark rushing river you embrace me
if I am a beam of light I become the twinkle in your eye
if I am a bouncing ball I am caught by your hand and held close to your heart

No one has ever looked so deeply into me
I can feel you just soaking me in, slowly, calmly,
Your face in my hands, your breath hitching momentarily as my heart stumbles towards you

I see it in your eyes, is this your way of trying to tell me?
A new kind of sign language, a love language,
No hands no words just your gaze - it swallows me whole, devours me
I know there are varying degrees of love - I have loved and been loved by others before -
But this, You, YOU -
You spoke those words like a promise, a vow
An intimacy that asked for no response and probably needed none

Coming close to someone new is challenging, scary
Becoming vulnerable again can seem impossible
But you are a safe space, a peaceful garden grotto tucked away
With a kiss on my lips you let me know its okay to let go and learn to play
Once more

I think (for the first time really)
I found someone who I want to grow old with
Become better with
Love always with
Unselfishly,
Sweet girl, let me cherish you

Comments

Come Hither (Annette Redmond Walters - Lafayette, LA)

I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.

Let That Fucker Burn (John Chenvert - Napoleonville, LA)

Let that fucker burn. Let the fire crackle like the whips once did— like bone meeting leather, like screams swallowed by the trees. Let the white columns crumble to ash. Not as tragedy— but as truth, unearthing itself from beneath generations of silence. Nottoway is not a mansion. It’s a mausoleum. A lie carved in stone to honor the hands that held the whip, not the backs that bore it. They called it the “White Castle.” A place of beauty. A place for weddings, for photo ops, for pretending that horror can be made elegant if the curtains match the guilt. But no paint can cover what happened there. Blood doesn’t wash out with white linens. And pain doesn’t forget just because you renamed it history. I’m not Black. And I won’t pretend to carry that weight. But I also won’t ignore it. My people—the Guanches—were taken too. Our language silenced. Our land stolen. Our names nearly erased. So yes, I know colonization. Yes, I know what it means to be disappeared. But I also know this— my skin ...

Lunatic (Lily Lechler - New Orleans, LA)

“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed

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