Monday, May 4, 2020

Open your ears to the breeze, dear one,
Hear it sigh across your skin.
And with your tongue outstretched toward the sun,
My love, taste the warmth it feeds within. 
Set down your aching bones near the base of a tree,
And reach up its trunk with your spine.
Feel its bark push back into your weight and see
Its roots yearn like your arms for mine.
And if when your eyes flutter wide your gaze holds
Nothing but a mossy, damp stare,
Just smell the deep exhale that uncurls and unfolds
Like your sweet fingers through my hair.

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a ritual to start the work week