Legs warm
in
this well
where hands cusp to hold the water
springs daisy from nothingness
Clear
to the air
of lives once lived come alive
in between two legs warm
With grace
stood still
with lips
pursed
the smell of oranges, peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeling
slooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowly
sucked slowly till pockets drained
and sweetness encapsulated into another
vessel
What is divine? When we call flowers to the mouth
open to bees and flies intertwine,
not deciphering,
in and out, buzzzz, buzzzzzzzz, buzzzzzzzing.
heed unknowing thoughts, though of course not to blame,
when the eyes see beauty, all stand still
to a flame that is GLOWING