Remember; You’re Divine

Does not the sun prick your skin with its hands like diamonds?

Does not the moon shatter waves which crash anxiously upon our shores?

I bet bindweed slithers its way around your ribs

As juniper berries jump off their twigs in hopes of landing somewhere within your reach

I hope foxes leave their dens to watch us dancing through the willows

Maybe then, we might remember

Unopened rose buds, like lockets

Holding our name

Bowing to our Divinity