The music keeps going through me
and I still remember myself as
a blind, heat-seeking being
slithering always towards
soft connection,
taking it in
It is enough sometimes
to be this,
immersed in the richness
of the present pulse,
being fully filled
in the warm moment
where we rest settled
in the weight of each other.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2014
No comments:
Post a Comment