There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into...
me.
2 comments:
Gentle heart, wild darling, moon kiss, breathe into me... my heart beats a little quicker with words like these stroking my soul. mmmm...
Me too, Wind. Me too, my wild darling...poetry urges my whole self into life!
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