Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Pre pear to fall to our knees.
Surrender the urge to please.
Accept to our Self we appease.
Reveal and receive all we need.
Amber burnt and golden butter brown.
Fragrant stems lean in and surround.
Petals and leaves fall to dark ground.
Our ears flutter with humming sound.
Fire dancing under the harvest moon.
Drums of the warm night tell our tune.
An island rum bath soaking since noon.
Stir our tongue around a cinnamon spoon.
Wild and restless and quick to our feet.
We lean forward pointing to what we seek.
All that we want is with a willing reach.
We feel our thoughts falling back into our seat.