the touch of Spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionatley, it needs some wild darling!
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine. Breathe into me.
Close the language door and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door, only the window.

RE-POST MARCH 2018
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