A slippery round rink too close to brink
But I heard somewhere
Delivered with utmost care
Love yourself, feel-through what's there
So I touch; "search" a few places to no avail
Again I exhaust own un-sown seed and my body starts to wail
With wounds open, I eventually find a better way to sail
Now I'm gentler, just - fingertips lightly hail:
MY hairs, smoothly whistled,
Barely skin bristled,
An electric flow,
how soft can you go !
how vulnerable did you know ?
how lonely, oh no ?
how anxious to blow ?
how depressed, death no longer a woe ?
how judged and labeled though ?
how connected,
how unprotected
how rejected without feeling
repressed without dealing
!?!
damn
LET IT FLOW!
feel your sex
feel your heart
feel your body
feel your thoughts
feel your doing
feel your being,
YOU
Do not disturb .
Do observe !
Why we struggle to love, most of us don't yet feel how we are.
Thank You. Thank god Too.
<G>
