the warmth of flesh migrates slowly subtle yet alive and finds its place between pale lips
Tag: art
soft hands and unspoken shapes tracing destinies in the sand
a rhythm forms when sky and skin aligns
to the child of the void i say: go out and play
gentle and aware a fire that listens
frail fingers shape shallow tides of autumn giving voice to the waves speaking the true name of the deep
a line drawn in the soft earth guided by the quiet pull of the goddess
the seas surrender and soften with kindness from the morning light
a quiet embrace of ending
the goddess sings a song of fire in her abode lifting the veil and granting truth to eyes a child of tender age is laid at her feet given but never taken the infant soul grafted with flames older than time itself