E I (Day 13 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

E I

There is an ink drop
black as pitch
reflective
a mix of all colors
everything
within
all of which sparkles
outward

There you are
as always
all I’ve known
and not known
always there
somehow black
as space

There is a night that never ends
that is shiny with
little holes of silver
a long stretch for the eye it goes on
silent
and somehow not

There I am
always there
in that room
in those rooms
like dirt coffers
or crocus bulbs
I’m waiting
in darkness

I’ve always known you
You
pushing against me
sometimes soggy and mineral rich
other times hard and dry
cracked
sharp
pain

You
a breath
and words
liquid that stains
you
permeate the humus
You
seep in
and are contrast

I
a vessel
or a hinge
that opens
or unfurls
I
absorb
you
I become color
and am changed

There is a night that gives way
deep hues of orange
and purple pink
a time when the light
and warmth reach my core
rain that comes to my deep
darkened by you
all around

with a prayer
I become unhinged
my core pushes forth
a promise of Spring
all in a crocus bloom
and a drop of earth ink

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• Entry for Day 13 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by Hive account@d-pend.

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