what is the sound
of her colour?
of her colour?
what is the scent
of her shape?
what is the rhythm
of her Beauty?
we feel her pulse
through us
feel her breath
metered and steady
feel her love
burst ancient walls
the Divine
wears her
dancing shoes
ever ready
to join your heart
always eager
to swing
desires into
a dance
of your own
remembering
gorgeous photo and beautiful poem. it is soothing my soul at the moment to read that. thank you 🙂