Slither
Swim through pleasure
two beings
beaten from soul into form and shape
illusion of flesh, gift of earth
we slither
buds emerge, pulse
passing lifetimes
in caressing heaven tenderly
between slender fingers
(we are)
mists, orbs, stars
truth
(we are time)
and we sway
in human wonder
of mottled hue
Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2005
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