Though I am tired and these bones are not 
As green and supple
When you take me in your arms
I am both
Weightless and rooted
Looped through you as
Nimbly as young dancer
Soft as ribbon
Deep as water
Flowing 
Your nourishment
My salve
The stars could abscond
And if you were there to comb
Stretching into universe’s surround
Finger by finger
Stroke into stroke
Moving against the other 
As light is extinguished
Gently we fold
Close in sleeping lotus
Each the echo 
Each the sound
Of belonging

0 Replies to “Belonging”

  1. Your poetry is exquisite, stellar…I was compelled to Follow–but don’t feel obliged to reciprocate, as that’s not how I operate. I am WOW’d, after reading several pieces.

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