Napowrimo day 20

Eat, Pray, Love

I am the patron saint of wanting.
Of that feeling as I lean in to kiss someone I've had a crush on for two years.
The feeling like coals smouldering in the pit of my stomach, just waiting to ignite.

I am the patron saint of desire
Of walking down the subway stairs and feeling every single eye on me.
Of skirts just a little too short.
Of biting my lip because I'd rather bite your neck but I shouldn't.

I am the patron saint of leaving fake flowers under bridges in the hope that a stranger will find them and smile.
Writing love poetry to my best friend and
Buying my roommate chocolate with the last dollar left in my paycheck this week.

If you want to gain my favor,
I can be invoked with a kiss, or
An oil pastel drawing you made when you were high
My altars are trees growing off cliff faces or out of cracks in the sidewalk.
My altars are empty crab shells by the ocean or roofs or parking garages.
Worship me under open blue sky or in the basement of your favorite coffee shop.
Leve at my altar a poem you cried on
Or a white dress you spilled pasta sauce all over
Your favorite lacy underwear you wore when you forgot it was your period and then bled all over.

In return I will whisper to the wind about the way your eyes catch the sunlight
I'll leave notes under your pillow telling you that I find your inner strength inspiring
I'll arrange the magnets on your fridge in rhyming couplets about the way you smile.

In return I will remind you how many wonderful people want to kiss you.
I will send you a friend with strong, warm hands for a shoulder massage.
In return I will show you how much the world wants you back.