I often think of the first
time I fell in knowledge
The remembrance of crawling
inside myself and opening
my eyes from the inside
I drew the right side
of left and turned up from
down the volume of my
song, long crying into
mortar arteries
Now I dance to the choir
of voices, each representing
a being of my self and swing
my hips as if making love
to the breeze
I’ve harnessed the powers
bestowed by the stars and walk
in the light rippling from
my temple heart
I often tingle as the moments
bounce into my circle of love
replying in shiver back
my gratitude with an
echo of trust
Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub. Please link up and show your support for this great group of people, you are sure to receive it back in kind.
