Becoming

Holy flesh, self, becoming,
knowing, embodied awareness, feel
the way my fingers warm when you softly kiss my lips.

Shifting senses, root your soul
within, foundational confidence, singing
chorus of compassion for the free-falling feeling

when you see the ground fading
away. Focus on the clouds
in your mind, sun in your eyes, see me.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Anniversary Memories

Tropical Depression

Reta's Garden