Mujer Natural II

Sara…

The gravity of this woman. The truth of her essence. Poetry. Her voice and her words arouse me holistically. She was telling me about her time in the desert, and I was able to see it through her mind’s eye. Now my heart yearns for the desert. She said it’s one of the greatest communes with the universe, and my heart knows it.

I try to remember her eyes; to keep it in mind. Throughout the 24 hours we spent together I found myself constantly wanting to see them, to see and feel her essence reflected on me.

That Tuesday night beneath the Catalan moon in her fullness:

Divine feminine light

making a mirror of your skin.

The force of nature

in the timbre of your voice.

The simple truth in your words

like waves washing over me.

A majestic, magnetic gravity.

I feel awakened by her presence. she’d asked me my name that night. I said it was classified info. I was feeling a little vulnerable. When I told her she said it sounded like a child in comparison and that it didn’t suit the person she was experiencing. And it made sense. Absolutely. It felt right to let it go and adorn myself in my original name.

Her presence has brought just how much of an alien I feel here to the forefront. I love her honesty; it’s not only in her words but also her essence.

I don’t belong here. I felt this acutely after Toronto last year. Now someone else has identified and laid it plain.