Sunday, February 22, 2009

When I open myself to you

The whisper of your breath
stirs against my cheek.

Tiny hairs begin to quiver;
muscles vibrate,
strings to your celestial guitar.

Your voice resonates in the hollows of my bones.
Waltzing with joy,
constellations whirl through the empty spaces in my cells
til my fingertips explode with blossoms,
cherry petals
quivering with the promise of ripening fruit.

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