laub & Sarita Dougherty
the love in our belly
September 24 - October 29, 2016the love in our belly
seeds left in the middle of spring
placed in the palms of my hands
cupped together
a sliver of space where they meet
in the summer
seeds slip through the silver
incandescent womb
where the spirits sleep
in the sleep there is a dream
one exhale of nine solar months
one full moan of countless ancestral cycles
only the soil can hear
i like whispering
into the labyrinth of
(y)our (y)ear
where the sweet elixir
of listening, pours
into the sliver where
radical chemistry falls
toward THE M( )( )N
she births the stars that shake
the sleeping spirits sing
in full extension
toes pointed forward
with my foot half a circle
i draw into the soil
another silver imprinted
a ceremony
that knows no time
reconnecting
the water chimes
to the golden love in our belly
seeds left in the middle of spring
placed in the palms of my hands
cupped together
a sliver of space where they meet
in the summer
seeds slip through the silver
incandescent womb
where the spirits sleep
in the sleep there is a dream
one exhale of nine solar months
one full moan of countless ancestral cycles
only the soil can hear
i like whispering
into the labyrinth of
(y)our (y)ear
where the sweet elixir
of listening, pours
into the sliver where
radical chemistry falls
toward THE M( )( )N
she births the stars that shake
the sleeping spirits sing
in full extension
toes pointed forward
with my foot half a circle
i draw into the soil
another silver imprinted
a ceremony
that knows no time
reconnecting
the water chimes
to the golden love in our belly
-iris yirei hu