Friday, January 24, 2014

When Writing: Land

January, 23rd 

I can feel it. 
Our soles are thick, 
But the beating heart is pounding.
I can hear it.
Her cool breath,
Seeps its way into my bones,
Leaving her stained kiss 
Upon my cheeks. 
Maternal love.
Through my veins, 
Runs a surge of belonging. 
The earth, 
Her body, 
The silence of the wood,
Reconnecting us.  
Softening our callused hearts.
Our souls are thick, 
But I can feel it. 

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