Your Words ~~
nectar from the Gods;
Your Wisdom ~~
like velvet petals
upon the cheek...
Swelling. Vibrating.
Echoes pound the
walls of the chest;
Breastbone quivers
expectant --
waiting
receptive
to Your Touch
of Healing Grace.
You trace
without word
or sign or sound
outlines of Truth
around
hypnotic blockages:
chakras spinning
inside, outside
of harmony and sync
with All
that IS
Sacred. True. Eternal.
A contest entry
- Write what you feel by StarlightCerulean.
570 points, ended October 18, 47 entries
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Comments
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My skin is still tingling! Quite the imagery. I like it alot! My only..complaint? would be your lack of punctuation but thats just a personal preference

