OPENING TO LOVE by Elizabeth Muccigrosso

Opening To Love

I love the space between your words

Suspended time

drenched in blue stars

electrically ignited

deep knowing

hidden in pockets of ecstasy.

I love the waves that vibrate behind your voice

when you quietly say

“ I love you,”

pulling my ear in closer.

The spring ushers the phase of light

beneath which, rivers begin to flow,

warms the ice,

trickles between crevices

down the long steep run.

I have waited.

Long have I watched for the rush,

sought it in dammed up pools.

Unable to move

stopped by walls.

It wasn’t until I walked beside your stream

that I heard you,

felt your mist caress me.

I stepped into the flow

and in a cascade of timelessness

your resonance shivered my roots.

Soaked in your love

I now stand,

a tender shoot

beautifully forming

wrapped in my softened husk

ecstatically awaiting for you to peel me open.

Elizabeth Muccigrosso: I live in Gresham, Oregon. I am a single mother of two beautiful sons: Logan, 13 and Elias, 7. I am currently a student majoring in Liberal Studies, working towards my Masters in Social Work or some other undetermined healing modality. I hope to utilize my life experiences and spiritual growth to make a career out of helping others who have had similar struggles.

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