Ground Me Poem by Renee Marie

Ground Me

I will place my two feet on the ground and feel my breath beyond a lover's gulping desperation.
You are ground!

I am askew with urgent wonderment, again, where breath doesn't really matter accept that I might
inhale you a little longer if you hold me wildly, present.
You are ground.

I will relax into your quiet comfort, your delights, your dreamy re-enactments of every untold desire, awakening.
You are ground.

I place my two feet on the ground even as my wings glide me ever softly, daringly, precisely - deeper into to your distant core.
You are ground.

© Reneé Marie