An ancient voice

A mere whisper
tongues gently
tasting
Lips pleading
Eyes awakening
Essence bleeding
into essence
as unity is formed
on the abandoned
screams of need
passion glistening
desire dancing
Love transcending
spirits kissing…

Spirits, lost in a
moments
abandoned need,
found among
the lost fragments
of essence
and seed…

An ancient tongue
calling me home.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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