Your fragile body,

Container for a flame,

Powerful you flicker at me,

A specter of grace.

Powerful muscle and bone,

Skin smooth and slick,

Both yielding to my caress,

Back pressing me like a bow,

Stinging shadows outlining a heart’s blaze

A wind’s horse galloping in my dreams

© 2011

Life Less Ordinary

Today is the third day post the momentous decision.

I won’t post this until tomorrow…

Nevertheless I will not change the tense to suit that publication date.

I am resting.

It is the third day…

I am growing fuller.

The hungry ghost is mirrored.

Where will it lead?

Look words pool,

As well as you…

As well as me.

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