touching heaven
my toes are leading my dance
tonight
I am growing out of the ground, through
my feet and upwards, branching out
leaves brushing at world’s ceiling
my heart is a beautiful fruit.
taste me.
iminent thunderstorm reaches cloudy hands into my branches,
sending vibrations through these delicate flowers
a spider is drawn by the trembling
rain begins, falling down, I pick you up again
the smell of you combining with my hot skin and the hot pavement
we start our dance.
these people create a new tribe every week
our ritual is dance and we wish
for nothing more.
a song is climbing up my arms and out through my fingertips,
as my feet provide connection to my earth,
my hands dance
touching heaven
it is stormy in paradise tonight,
and we will dance
to the beat of God
Lisa Jewell
Beautiful imagery….written with immense tenderness….
Rebecca T
thankyou.
QuietChaos
Incredible. This piece is raw and gentle. You have masterful talent in that pen of yours, Dear Poet…
which surely extends to your other work. We shall see.
May Passion be what drives you
QuietChaos