I have thought of you
the night through
not knowing why
only that my senses are
tingles
splayed open
for your defining
I can see
us at a drum circle
our souls beating
and swaying to the
same rhythm
how cool to be in
a circle
joints going
round and round
long hair braids and beads
Lennon wailing
"Come together"
and we do
and we are
1 comment:
Oh, I love "my senses are tingles". At first when I read it I thought it was a typo. It is lovely!
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