Blossoming in colors of inner ecstasy
Soaring and diving
Withholding the breath in a roar of sensuality
Tighter muscles than a heavy weight lifter
Yet liquid like a morning dew shivering
A rose petal about to tumble wide open
And the breeze pregnant with thousand light touches
Self grounding in a sky of mysticism
Commanding white shade to fly over virgin lands
Dissolving into blue then green
Marks of clenched fist on linen
As if a written love mantra
Edible exhale
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