Scuttling over,
puts my hands on her
waist
“Breathe.”
We do so together.
Master and
novice,
experience seeping
through her
pores to
mine.
“Feel the depth of the
breath, it can
colour our
phrases
too.”
Soft flesh,
ancient and novel;
polyester fibres
crinkly and
taupe
As I am
processing,
understanding; we
breathe,
feeling the
depth,
discovering the
beginning
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
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