Sacred in its power
Mystics like the
night serpent
Dangling in thin
air
Without a sound
or clue
Agile like the
ocean that
touches the
spirit
Quell at the
profound lyrics
that reminds
one of yesterday
Propensity
and potentiality
whales at the
core
Sensuality invites
and disappears
at the kiss
Kissing one is
like volt that
awakened the
lion
Candles lite
as trail to
unseen and
unheard
Gasping for air
as one wink
at the mystery
of tonight
Invigorating,
engaging and
silently whimsical
at the touch
Never skipping
a beat
Provocating the
provincial at
namesake
Only the sacred
can open the
door
That leads
to the treasures
of intimacy, love
and honesty
Granted access
without provocation
but sure of its’
cryptic presence
that allows for
the essence
to flow
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