Monday, February 27, 2017

I am starving
for the taste of your lips

thirsting to drink
your breath

I warm myself
with the dream
of your hands

I come alive
with the sound of your voice
inside my heart

butterflies and birds
are opening their wings
and preparing for flight

somewhere that can't be seen
but still is dreamed

I lay against
the not yet thawing earth
and give thanks
for the hunger and cold
that has taught me
to know
the depth of beauty
to be revered

Creation is my god
but your heart
a sacred altar

I dream to bless this life
with the reverence
of from the earth
and to the earth
the spirits
who somewhere
have opened their wings

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