Flown in by carrier pigeon, A small roll of parchment Tied with red thread, a neat bow Sealed with wax lands with a flutter on the window sill Of my sacred Room Unbinding the note from it’s little claw My mind drifts to Large hands holding fragile beating Pulse Sharing warmth Before releasing wings into the sky Toward me Anticipating… A steady flight brewing heat rising up my inner thighs To spread through my chest As cool wind wraps, settling tensing the soft melding silk slip to my form
I unravel…
your words biting lips, etching acid sinking As ink pours Stamping into fluid mind Pressed into wet petals
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 