last night
as I soaked my feet
in hot water and fragrant oils
put on some
Bollywood tunes
and let my hips
start to sway
my head began
to swoon
and the binding
threads holding me so tight
inside myself
began to fray
my chest opening in
rips and starts
to reveal its valves
in engorged release
of dark magenta shadows
of teasing, gnashing inner beasts
while this was going on
the moon lit up
around me
in its eight different phases
its halves and crescents
shimmering
in incense-scented cadence
my fingers reached out
to stroke each one,
unique in its own heated glow
as I realized that
they will never cease,
these sequined
streams of joy
in embroidered flow
as long as we are connected
to the root point of self
the love pumps quiet fire
in our veins
even when trapped
in slamming undertow
pressed tornado slab
of pain
and I have had my face
pressed under watery surfaces
for such a long time
that suffocation
almost feels like
breathing
so it's time to
move these hips and thighs
and get this soulspark
reeling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zPi6w1TWBg
so much fun