#18 – Rebirth

I drew the lines from memory,
tactile impressions etched in hours, days of fingertips tracing,
longing to navigate the depth of her solution,
lost within the maze of replication and ink and flesh
She claimed her birthright of goddess
and I allowed her my admiration without hesitation
Inside the heart of the nurturer being
Outside the marvel of the world’s innate complexities
Warrior to Warrior, Soul to Vessel, Vessel to Soul
Salient spirits dancing in flesh and smoke rising in voice
spoken only in silent reflection and loving touch
Answers arriving before questions
Questions whispered on gathering breeze
We lay, basking in the glow of carnality, drawing lines,
aware the all we feel, imperative to relearn

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