Listen,

the muse is calling

Let your breath become the fiery fugitive

it was born to be

It yearns to melt the ironclad cells

that keep you in gilded restraint

Let it escape you

and fill up the lungs of your waiting Lover,

becoming sky

becoming moon.

Oh moon, savor us whole

like mother’s milk

Let us be your sweet amritam for a night.

Stretch your chambers

and bare your heart

Set it free

Give it vastness to grow

Become a field that can hold Big questions,

questions that tear you open

Become a good wound

to let the Beloved dive into you.

Now,

If you’re open enough,

I have a big question for you…

-Miranda Guzman