Sensing through spirit
Love for a dichotomy from a torn up childhood
Soaking in light
where the rays of sun sting
on the bare skin, raw
➿
Sailing through rapid waves
time instantly sprung beyond our prime
dried out by life
scorched by our drifting sights, ripe
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suddenly love nears
bringing to plain sight your willing might
the wind whining nigh for all to hear
hearkened through our whispered fear
close enough for us to feel, reveal
➿
sensations and wine
sparkling infinitely justified
pricking sensually aromas hid
under the brow bones concealing lids
until we get sick of it, revolting
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smelling cherry blossoms aromas rise
outside the window sills below
their fragrant potency soothing souls
energizing our passionate feelings
while our love evolves, revolting
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sweet friction felt
beneath our loosened belts
with longing knees brushed up
against your solid thigh on pillows thrown
as if the weary skies
stare at us with sparkling angel eyes, revives
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Comments (2)
Very beautifully written, Kalina. "hearkened through our whispered fear" - loved this line.
Well-wrought! The cycle of death and rebirth--is it only a backdrop for an occasional dip into the Tao? We all get to decide for our selves...