even WHEN silence is not listening. the body does.
surrender, a much maligned form of negotiation.
here, scrunch over. make some room.
at lion’s first sight of antelope. described as honest desire.
not a threat. appreciation. the lion said.
you are me, the lion said aloud, being literal.
every morsel. all the way to the end.
no less a noble life, becoming me.
see my feet my legs. how swift I am.
fanned into flame.
I am a grounded bird. hovering.
here I am. on your lap. you are my nest,
she spoke to me.
every day is another prayer. a circle drawn.
a question framed.
toes kept inside the rounded thought.
wet nose on a cold dry night. familiar.
then some rain.
Fantastic work. And the image fits very well too.
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Thank you much rabirius. Some folks act like comments don’t matter much. They do.
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Indeed they do. That is why I prefer blogging to social media where you only get likes, stars or whatever.
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