Loosen your wrists,
Become your physique,
Within vibrations
An autumn leaf.
A gospel singer-
Radiant, Serenading
A pagan parade.
Heaven and hell
Conversing,
One another abound in compliment.
The fusion of understanding
Beyond simple tongue,
The sort that inflates,
Allowing you to create
A million different types of shape.
Loosening my wrists,
Becoming my physique,
Just dancing, my dear-
Just dancing.
Comments
Beeme | May 30, 2009 - 10:15
I really like this. Especially these lines;
"A gospel singer-
Radiant, Serenading
A pagan parade."
and I love the first paragraph, this is really good in my opinion.
Thanks for the read
Beeme