mothers (with Emory Hall)

There are millions of mothers
That live inside my chest
I speak to them in quiet moments
Under night skies
And in my dreams

We are the keepers of a forest full of hearts
The tenders of its fertile soil
The readers of its leaves
The guardians of its wild territory

Sometimes
We dance together
Drunk on the perfume of
A thousand blossoms of love

Sometimes
We rub honey on our ribs
Broken from a thousand lifetimes
Of heartbreak

Sometimes
We rest
And forget the weight we carry
Just for a moment

I meet these mothers in secret
But they teach me everything I know

Mothers