Sunday, October 28, 2018

WITHOUT WORDS


Without words, 
my language is soul to soul.

I shift from defining and divining.

In the silence,
I can hear the ancient listening rhythm.

In the silence,
an exotic yet mundane muse lives.

She draws me, 
deep and in to writhe in her freedom.

She yearns for more!

Let’s dance, my Beloved.

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