Desire

My body the instrument
of perception.
My emotional harp.

I float in clearblue water
of this desire.

I touch, feel,
open to the awareness of my body
it's soft and warm.
From it
glowing the power
of the earth goddess.

Within me living
a desire
to find a soul
that can play on my instrument
with gentle fingers of understanding.
That can play song so sweet
on the harp of my heart.

So that the birds of spring within me
can learn to sing again.

 

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