by Michael P. Rodriguez

Spiral locks pulled back into a grown expose
heavens touch.  While voices from within you as
ancient as the Word; sing, dance, and make love
hearing your rhythm I fall inside releasing my
nocturnal self through sound and meter

Sensual timbres unearthed; not by
might or carnal force but by the
intimacies revealed from your words.  Words full with
tiny remembrances of lives never lived and
mouthed by lips anointed in fire.

Poetess by Michael P. Rodriguez

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