a stretch
a step
a slight lilt of the head leftward
it takes no more than a second
I am transported
a soul that reaches toward the classic heavens
Sahasrara
Latifat-al-Akhfa
Emergence
a shiver dribbles down my skin
scritch scratch at my scalp
you wonder why I melt
when you stimulate such a center of power
2 comments:
Beautiful poem, Danny. I love the last two lines.
Thank you, Nate. I don't know how I didn't see this comment before.
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