Tempted as I am, I will not be an iamb
you make me rise and shinebecause you need shine to rise
“Is this the best hill for a sunset?” he asks, making his way across the rugged terrain and…
go gently into a quiet space of mindbegin to scan your body,release what is not serving youlook inward to see where you’ve come from…
feel your connection to the earth feel the tremulous trembling in your veins the beating in your steady heart the rushing wind inside…
oh that numinous convalescence of eerie insight, prestigious intrigue, fairly ransomed on its hind quarters in the loom of a woven talea…
you smell like my favorite color,a clear cerulean blue and flowers mustard yellow,in your favorite hue