Sunday, November 16, 2014

Creative NaBloPoMo #16: Spirit

when I wore flesh I -
pain quite often
fear fear fear
bound in time bound in place



with fondness I recall
touch of air touch of velvet touch of lover
sun on face water in oesophagus
the sound of surf the sound of children
the leavening warmth of fellow travellers on the road

now mated with stars larger than galaxies beyond time beyond place
beyond sound beyond taste touch limit
still, and still,
awareness of delight awareness of beauty of embrace of beloveds

from embodied to enrapt
the only constant, this -

- 16/11/14

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