The Stars and the Blackness Between Them

by Junauda Petrus

Even thinking of her I feel something sweet in the world find its way to my heart.

Just talk to she in the trees, in the breeze, send her love. She will receive it, my baby.

“I love you, Audre. I love you, Audre. I love you. I won’t let nothing happen to you. This is your body. It belongs to you. These are your hands. They belong to you. These are your feet. They belong to you. I love you, Audre.” I say things to myself, like I is a sweet grandma. Like I is my own ancestor. And I say it to me from me. “I love you, Audre. You are safe.”

“The stars and the blackness between them is the melanin in my skin,”

“The prettiest voices are kites for the heaviest hearts,”

Sweetness is here. Kissing at all things. Broken or confused. You are safe. Universal. Limitless. Sacred. Sensual. Divine. Free.

Winter. First it was very whimsical and fun, but now it feeling cold and dark and make me feel too much feelings.

I feel this completely

Loving on you is prayer, like the prayers of bees is honey.