Water

  there is a wave inside my body a heated flank a slow tsunami pulling upward like tongue or soul sliding my notes taking my wounds…. it follows a soothing determined path a pink wash sweeping a dark pink purpose, it loosens me it releases me I glide like wings melting floss becoming a rush of

lullaby

  soft flexible sounds fall like gently held air buoyant easy a light language sweet blended like your warm cheek fresh and unambiguous on my maternal dancing shoulder               more art >>> http://www.artofkundalini.com