3/14/14

Let it grow



I know the hidden rhythm of her fire
The covert pattern of her chaotic blaze
I celebrate her,
Dance around her like a tribesman
releasing incantations in the
forest night

I speak in tongues,
Again I celebrate and
multiply myself around her hot
center
And let it grow

The intangible amalgam of
love
soul
desire
freedom.


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