GWAPoetry-Slowly, Quietly, Inevitably, Endlessly

Slowly, our fingers trace a humming of our own whispered song. The rhythm of body on body, inward and outward. Quietly, our voices are released by a tracery of patterns. The harmony of sub vibrations and high fluting ones, above and below. Inevitably, our movements below are given as a wave crashes on rocks.

The timber of the Moon pulling the tides back, cresting and withdrawing. Endlessly, our joinings are fire, and as needed as breathing. The intensity of emotion sparking in every stroke. Giving and taking.

Slowly, our fingers trace a humming of our own whispered song. The rhythm of body on body, inward and outward. Quietly, our voices are released by a tracery of patterns. The harmony of sub vibrations and high fluting ones, above and below. Inevitably, our movements below are given as a wave crashes on rocks.

The timber of the Moon pulling the tides back, cresting and withdrawing. Endlessly, our joinings are fire, and as needed as breathing. The intensity of emotion sparking in every stroke. Giving and taking.