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Feb 2018
dress flowing
to fringes
of space--
her untouched
hands upon
hands smoothing
its creases.
with the delicacy
of a bird dying
mid flight.
where letting go,
goes not a moment
too soon.
that's your elegance.
you put your lips
to all creation too see
if it fevers.
knowing you're
always responsible.
*To the Sacred Feminine.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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