Gulping Poem by Renee Marie

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