clipping sparks

 

Let us roll our graces together
in one colossal

heave,
like the tongue of an ocean


And who is top, between the sheets

tonight
need never be settled

But let our wild chorus, crackle

and shriek
between the rolling tides
that roll and shudder

like thunder
in candy-coated dreams

And let us dance, to praise the moon
like jagged streaks

of light
between the moments
that lay
like stepping stones, across the stream of time


Every step, our sacred celebration
adding light
to our glowing constellation


While we beat ourselves into

pruning shears,

clapping our bodies - like wild tom-toms
clipping sparks

as we skip across the waters


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"between the moments that lay

"between the moments
that lay like stepping stones
across the stream of time" exquisite

"between the moments
that lay like stepping stones
across the stream of time"

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