Coronation
There are few things in life worth waiting worth risking for The colour of the Grand Canyon walls The sound of Niagara falls drowning out every doubt from your mind The first snow, every year, landing soft as cat's paws when they stalk prey because not everything survives cats or winter with all that white But you aren't bent on survival You were always bent on living which is a different qualifier
Always trying to sear every atom of existence into your skin because memories are scars you can take with you from when you held on too long to things that were too hot
You know what it's like to hold starlight
I thank you for that
For you, only you I am able to shed off the winter in me, set aside the hunting cat ready to lay dead things at your feet Let's skip the Canyon and Niagara Go to the seaside tides sweeping I'll call you Hera, queen of my heart We are small gods here and your spark is the one thing worth waiting for I will play at divinity with you, turn bird out of love for you, learn to relish the salt of fish to give you seven halcyon days just so you could lay haven eggs and hatch into your newness
Kingfisher Kingmaker, won't you crown me? and give me the sky because that's how high I go with your fingers ringing my head and your voice imbuing my name with the sound of coronation bells