Glow

There moves in my heart a shifting of arteries,

three dimensional geological surfaces slipping,

pumping shock waves and vibrations.

Fault lines break open, love gushes over boulders,

vessels unravel exposing a spark where delicately

laced wings rest upon prehistoric moss.

Here, hold lightly my heart in your hand,

blow your warm breath into my waning moon.

My passion, my desires waving rolling swaying

dancing and spinning a' whirl until earth

tumbles up and leaves me shuddering.




Carol Brown ©