When your hand reaches behind my neck
and you pull my head back,
will your love penetrate my bones
like you now pump through my veins.
You bubble and brew in my spirit…
Sometimes I want to bury myself,
deep into the ground.
No room for breathing,
no strength for sound.
A collaboration by Jaymes Ian Woode & Jessica Kristie
Shaken branches, piling frustrations,
heartache, lines formerly not crossed.
Twisted and enclosed, falling further inside.
Breaking what was real, behind my back.
Incomparable in soul.
There is no divide of oceans,
and no separation of hand.
Cement tears. Compacted with confusion. Burning corners, and dusted with fear. I know the unknown traps […]
A journey to a place of touch,
of rain drenched hands.