flesh
my flesh
like ice
is dried
and broken
let my humors
rise
run free
a-floating
frosted sand
and crackled skin
I lie exposed
waiting
I wait
sun
come melt me
down
sun come melt me
down
sun
come melt me down
and down
down again
~
- Author: Frank Prem ( Offline)
- Published: December 25th, 2018 04:27
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 55
Comments2
You in a heatwave there? (so I hear). UK not snowy, but damp. A little chilly, but not severe.
Yes, Orchy, heatwave just beginning here. Like snow persons in the sun, we commence melting, just about now.
May your melted self flow into new wonders.
Down all the channels of new productivity, GF. Thank you. Hope the festive season is all you could hope for.
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