what is in the words
whether you say something
or nothing,
your voice is the light
ripping through light.
Your hands brim with love
and when you touch me
I grow into an ocean-wave.
or a skylark or an oak tree filled with a thousand new birthing.
when you breath, believe me,
mountains melt under my feet and evening breeze
whispers to me:
Dance!Dance my friend without fear!
When you breath
The desert in me turns into a delicious bread,
into a sweet goat milk.
and I awaken into my own fragrance
that has been missing for so many past lives,
when you breath.
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