Savasana ~ National Poetry Month, Day 8

My skin hangs
On golden bones
The structure of my history
My secrets… and truths
This life and what came before
All pieces connected
And shining now.

It is finished
We are satisfied –
Exhausted, and gently smiling…

Clean luminous blood
Courses through our limbs
Our breath, settling now
Intertwines in the low light
Deep purple plumes.

For just this split second,
We are gratitude
We are peace
We are love

We see each other


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