for the sound of water
in a dry stream bed . . .
the pulse of yes
beginning in my veins
rises out of the earth—
I drink
from its oak-dark eye
a glimmer of starlight
like silk against my skin
I swim naked
in a sea of words
waiting to be born
~Lynx 29: 1, Feb. 2014
the 3rd one really speaks to me - it's marvelous
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ReplyDeleteThey all speak to me, and I like how they work together. But maybe I'll choose the second as my own favorite!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janet!
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