Chakra Two: Svadisthana--Sacral Place
Sunset--cool oceanscape.
Our feet pound the gritty ground
as our bodies swing around one another,
frenzied, heedless of decency. We whirl and
sway, enlivened by the rosy coral breeze
that dries the tiny oceans on our brows
and in our armpits;
those oceans mimicking the vast body
dancing, flowing, oozing, subsiding
before us. We dance, dance in time with the waves.
Your hand is in mine and how sensual--
but the crescent moon beneath my navel
is my own sacral place.
Moonstone like a cantaloupe illumines us and
melting into one another, we claim our right to feel
tasting universes in the salt
that is a part of everything
Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall | Year Posted 2015
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