Place my two feet on the ground,
feel my breath
beyond a
lover's gulping
desperation ~
I am askew
with wonderment
again ~
Breath doesn't matter
accept that I might inhale you a little
longer if you can hold me
wildly, present.
When will I
relax into your
comfort,
your delight,
your dreamy
re-enactments
of every desire, unmet,
awakening us.
When will I place my two feet
on the ground even as my wings
glide me ever softly,
urgently,
hopefully,
daringly,
intentionally -
to your core.
© Reneé Marie
2008
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