Monday, April 6, 2015




My hands find your knees and I kneel
into the space they occupied, it is
the position of prayer and supplication.
Lighting a candle on my tongue
we recite the old songs.  Lips, tongue,
and fingers draw the signs.
The grace of your fire rises to
encompass me, we are divine, lost
in the communion of pleasure.




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