The scent of musk and jasmine
17 September 2016
I feel your fingers
Reaching out through the wind chimes
That desert breeze moved
The play of promise
From elevation to drop
An uneasy road
Integer constant
The wholeness of your spirit
Containment an art
Sensitivity
Outreach of the slow goose bumps
Your hand on my back
Old movements unlearned
Reacquiring sensations
Delving into Heart
Olfactory load
The scent of musk and jasmine
As our bodies blend
Reading of the poem:
Song from a Secret Garden – Secret Garden
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