Saturday, November 6, 2010

Across the line

It's fleshy
prose

It's warm
words

Its tender
talk

It's primal
language

In the mirror
A dancer's form
Toes point heels away
Knees bending torso forward
Neck arches hair everywhere

Gripping post
Gasping breath

Pounding perfect discourse
Into my life
As it has always been
Feeling whole again

Unadulterated acceptance

Musing over loving
Loving the musing
The years,
The space,
The freedom,
The beauty,
The bliss,
The line of self
folding over itself.

1 comment:

  1. Oh My Super Alluringly Beautiful and Most Lovely!!!:)

    Loving wishes

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