8. spill

we want to live 

like blood hot lava filling every surface of its surroundings 
we want to be 

like the warm mouth of a cave swallowing you in the shelter of its protection from a blistering cold
we ache to crack open

to spill sticky truths raw in the current of their releasing 
to taste an avalanche of teeming permission
to erupt with the full force of every hungry thread of creation roving and mounting inside us 

we yearn to be free

to dance the thunderous spell of life 
continuing