Thursday, April 2, 2015

Windy

For a while as if excluded of Time and Space
Sea races wind in waves of passion
No need anymore for a mirror concerned about outer form
In an improvised sharing of deep essence
Salty, fiery and commanding
I too leave my body
And slip into the tiniest bubble gaps that love creates
Where are you?
The fullness of void
Explodes in physical longing
Autumn, early Spring

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