Water

I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water
Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface, breaking tension
I place my hand softly down, resting it there
Letting skin meld with warm liquid
To letting one finger
Then the next..
And the next..
Slide down.
Feeling it cling to me
Lazily I fan out making ripples
Smelling the verdant wet
Frogs song..
The splash of something greedily making a meal
The low hum of dragonfly
Becoming One with Water
Opening up wide to feel life thrum along
Diving down deep
Deeper
Deeper..
Deeper yet..
Down to where sunlight fades to velvety darkness
Two atoms colliding making magic
Clinging to me
Caressing me
Calling me down..
Down..
Further down
I shed my human skin to be free
Osmosis
Completion
Fusion
Slippery, slick
Gliding over topography
Straight down to the Cradle
Of Earth.

ALL DAY I FACE THE BAREN WAIST WITH OUT THE TASTE OF WATER
COOL CLEAR WARTER

Sipping at the chalice again are we?

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Awwww. *blush staining cheeks* 🙂

In your poem I can see the spirituality of sensuality. Thank you.

Paul

Thank you for the compliment Paul. 🙂