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My body’s language Is one of sensation Skin The feeling of the air, the breeze Silken memory meeting presence of now Rhythms of breathing matching pulse Of blood matching mind’s transcendent Infinity It was your zephyr that woke me Encircling my being whispering Prayers of dawning like a lick cresting Time, of ages past, promise of returning Remembering Your glance, lightest surface graze Springs of electric fields connected with Mind rushing waves arriving with magnetic Force to a place that quakes, longings Awakened Trickle of stream of coromuel calligraphy Inscriptions of mysterious effluvia flow Arching actions between syllables luring Evocative reactions —ardor animi— Desiderium Quickening of heart meeting visions Entwining with a humidity that leaves me Supple sliding slope from my eyes thirsting Knowing how surrender to you is forever and Eternity My body’s language Is a lesson you are learning Sacrum commercium —sylvia ©2025 SylviA 🌞 KalinA
Beautiful image to go along with your writing. 🖤
This is wonderful. It gives rich vibes of sensual, elemental and mystical energy with timeless longing.