(12/11/60 / Danbury, CT USA)

Still Soft

My journey
knows to seek falling water.
Still, soft, sensual inside centering;
she floats in a deep sleepy state
with crystal-clear awareness.
Satisfaction holds eyes closed.
Face glows tipped skyward
inviting sunbeams to carress
the tinest wounds
through floods of mysterious
balmy warmth.
Speechless,
still, soft, sensual inside centering;
she interprets the language of roses.
Bold, blood-red roses ramble free 'round
and 'round her fountain feet
and all that she needs is here.

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Comments (1)

lovely poem as coursed through imagery in unique way, well penned thnks for sharing