Visuddha
And on the cusp
of the existential meaning behind
lush gateway lips,
and secret whispers through trees -
from the opening of the human throat;
and up
into the symbiotic
showers
raining low
from beyond the touch of rudimentary digits;
equations born of tenure minds
distilling concoctions of swirling smoke,
alive between sums, brought in
through the inhale, and out
through the exhale;
and each monumental thread
from streaming off
the tongue between
two defining lips;
reverberating between the kiss (a raspberry ready
to puncture the filmy skin of sugar)
dying before
the next Universe can be born…
And then, there was light
as she opened
her mouth;
and there on the cusp
lay the tendril thought lost.
(they like to slip away)
*For Sami's contest, from the throat, and through the lips...
Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009
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