Simply Freed
Beauty like a bowl of wet cherries spilling on a pillow draws me close up. Wet eyes dance with awe, fresh clear scents, I burn to flare and breathe. I am taken before you. My hands just come off the wheel... Close breath heats lips. Sounds escape, simply freed for just trying. Mood and intention, steam up over our heads. completely forgotten. We, swept free. Slowly sliding somewhere... suddenly thrown back looking up We ride it together all of it falling deep holding on we let go. Are you there? I am here. Am I here? You are. With me.Birchwood... =8-] Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 01:29 PM PST 0 • 16
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"Beauty..."