31 DAYS OF TAROT POEMS

King of Cups

I bleed all over everyone, hoping someone will offer up their wrists
hoping someone will voluntarily bleed with me
this is a metaphor
for friendship
an unruffled camaraderie of chaos and wild repose
when you sink to the yawning of your gut
where bile is biblical for its capriciousness
in that storm
a boat sails to harbor