Maya Indigo Heart

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Indigo-heart
There’s a door beneath my shoulder blade

a temple portal with a stone God
Who breathes under water
gills like wings changing
ash and amber smoke
To leafy sea dragons
and green angel fish

The God who plucked me
to lay me in crimson
In the Earth, with peonies
with gold and sunlight
Me, the merchild reflecting stars
silver, moon and pearl
made into an Autumn butterfly.

I run my fingers along the cracks
in my ribcage, caked with Earth
my shoulder blades, hollow and dark
I excavate a temple, a sacrificial rock
And the remains of something adored
The God stands like a ghost story
the fire lamps are out, yet
the diamond eyes stare fixedly on me.

2 Comments
  1. Andrew J. Sacks says

    Maria, thank you for this wonderful poem. We look forward to reading more of your work!

    1. Maria Costello says

      Thank you for your kind feedback, Andrew!

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