Tuesday, 15 January 2013

After the Dark of Winter

At dawn’s rising
Soul stirs  
It travels the expanse of body
Lighting fires
Whispering delicious words to inspire  
Making  flames leap higher
So high and hot 
As breath leaves lungs and lips
The smoke of breath 
Hits the air

Silky and alive

Awakened limbs undulating
Find freedom from cover
Feet hit the floor
Body rises
Hips sway with purpose
And with every stride
You heat the air
And claim it with your scent
You own this space

Alive by God! 


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