I am reaching from my tips
like the invisible music grass makes
stretching the corners of wanton cells
tugging sinews and neural strands
gregorian tones pound me
love is making writhing sounds
deep
from the lagoon of my eyes
I will be delivered
the motion of what I cannot see is intriguing
I am tumbling sick
but desperate for more
surrendering
I fall in love with my own firing sensations
impulse leads me
raunchy
dynamic
endless
the electricity courses
singing off
soaring into etheric orchestra
breaching known limits
flighting over distant reaches
craggy mountains
sublime blue
and the pitch of brightest yellow
my body shakes
resisting itself
colliding with spirit
wrenching free onto the sparking edges of uncertainty
leaping
into new worlds
collapsing
into
lush arms
The poem and image complement one another so well.
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thanks Charles , as always I appreciate you stopping by with all my heart xxx
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