Still Soft - Poem by Renee Marie
knows to seek falling water.
Still, soft, sensual inside centering;
she floats in a deep sleepy state
with crystal-clear awareness.
Satisfaction holds eyes closed.
Face glows tipped skyward
inviting sunbeams to carress
the tinest wounds
through floods of mysterious
still, soft, sensual inside centering;
she interprets the language of roses.
Bold, blood-red roses ramble free 'round
and 'round her fountain feet
and all that she needs is here.
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