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Wild Love
May 10, 2012 7:48 pm
How wonderful it is to be so close to the earth, as I lay in her warm grasses feeling the delicacy of each blade and the softness of her touch as my fingers pass through each delicate strand. The pulse of her beating rhythm meeting my own heart and as I listen deeply our songs begin to entwine. I feel her calling me to come ever closer to share our bodies to touch the sensuality of mingling dances. As my toes and fingers find their way into her flesh, as I explore the rocks and stones and craggy places my bones meeting her bones we become one together.
I know I am made from earth and we are one together, the story of my life meeting the story of hers. As I feed her with my love and with my deepest affections I know too that she feeds my soul and my very being with nourishment. This garden, this spirit world, these rose buds and waterfalls reminding me of the sweetest promises that I will make to her time and time again, that I am here for her just as she is here for me, to share the poetry and the pleasures, simply, being united in our love.
I touch the moss, the heather, her ivy clad tree trunks, I touch blossom and even her thistles and thorns, reminding me of all these places that are mine also, remembering my whole being, myself and all that can and will return into the darkness, my dis-memberment is her compost ready to be born again as the sweet rays of sunlight warm our body’s as we reach again for heavenly skies, enchanted by the creatures big and small who stir our minds with dreaming.
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How wonderful it is to be so close to the earth, as I lay in her warm grasses feeling the delicacy of each blade and the softness of her touch as my fingers pass through each delicate strand. The pulse of her beating rhythm meeting my own heart and as I listen deeply our songs begin to entwine. I feel her calling me to come ever closer to share our bodies to touch the sensuality of mingling dances. As my toes and fingers find their way into her flesh, as I explore the rocks and stones and craggy places my bones meeting her bones we become one together.