Balm

The nearness of other good souls soothes like a balm

a body’s love, love, heal like a balm

We must caress, ache, until we cry we crave

To have no want, to deserve no balm

Exude oil, aroma, delivered back to the red stool in the kitchen

We love, no? And provide like balm?

no. Flour dusts the brow, flour outlines the nail 

Cultivating the love of then, for now a balm 

What is heartbreaking is to know

What is to fear; to not know the soothe of your skin as balm

Recall love as away

Allow to question love as constrain, or love as balm

Sit and cry in growing trepidation

Roar, a yearning, pulling agency of balm

In moments you strike, in moments you strive,

We sat in the dark, on the floor in the dark-- you gave solace, a balm

Voice pulls to the calm

Cares like the balm

Cucurrucucú no llores; with weight laid and droplets in ducts, awake in dawn

Toma, porfi; apply the balm 

UNBELIEVABLE BLUE,

As if descended from the blue blue balm 

So, i pinch my skin

Folded in the bowl, pit, abyss, I reach for balm