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.

by Renee Marie

Comments (1)

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