poets and shoes

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

–e.e. cummings
some of you know that e.e. cummings is my favorite poet. some of you know that mary oliver is my favorite poet. they are both favorites, but few know both parts of my heart that loves them differently. some of you have seen me strutting in platform stilettos and a corset with garters attached to thigh highs. most of you see me twirling in cowgirl boots and denim mini-skirts. few of you have seen both versions of me, knowing that i feel most “me” when i am standing over six feet tall wearing silk and lace underthings. many of you have made out with me. only a few of you have fucked me. more of you have been skinny dipping with me, since i take every opportunity to strip down and get wet.
this morning while running in the shade of autumn-dropping trees, i thought about the few (of the fewest few) who know my whole heart, my entire being, every version of me. i thought about the many more who love me, knowing only half of my heart, part of my essence, select versions of me. i thought about the few more i want to reveal everything to (the whole holiest highness) and give thanks that life is long.

About angel joy

love is an action verb. i live love in action.
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