Bone-marrow Essence

you slip through all my cracks
soul-seepage with glitter-eye
wrapping and curling around shoulders
down soft supple belly
and intimate sighs
headswirl, I inhale
…::::…::::…::::…
lips speak, whisper firstbloom love
I hold each seed
precious-birth
heart-stream unstoppable dance
fingers fly, tongue-fly, words fly, fly, fly
right.
off.
my
page.
to. you.
pillow-head, I exhale
…::::…::::…::::…
momentarily I wonder
did you catch them?
my thoughts? my dreams?
the key, hung high?
my vision swells, impaired
wrist-flip hand-nab
reach out and grapple mid-air
they float, they lift, they wait
wait.
wait.
art and poetry, poetry-art
my essence, open
bone-marrow depth
for You


tara caribou | ©2021

37 Comments on “Bone-marrow Essence

  1. Intrigued by the visual symbols of your breathing. One needs to stand on tiptoe to grab that key? Like a light-pull just out of reach. —CC

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