Kintsugi

My heart is a japanese vase
Smashed, and rebuilding
With glue made of tears,
Sex, and sunshine.
Sometimes it hurts,
Even in the sun.
I think some bits are still missing
Like some Nile goddess
I see you seeking
Combing reeds on the riverbank
And I love you for it.
I’ve been dreaming of dying
Ruminating like sacred ox
On how it could all go wrong
On how you might break
My vase again.
But I offer it to you
My most precious
Scared, scarred, sacred
Little vase.
Lives, like flowers
Are ephemeral
Perhaps that’s why we gift them.
You fill my vase with flowers
Joy-bringer, Big-life liver
I ask only
Patience, and caution
As my cracked heart
Sees concrete under our feet
And begs for grass.
Let us live fully,
Let us build life on love
And let our fears dissolve
On tongues of bliss.

Joe Blogs, 2024

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