touching heaven
my toes are leading my dance

I am growing out of the ground, through
my feet and upwards, branching out
leaves brushing at world’s ceiling
my heart is a beautiful fruit.

taste me.

iminent thunderstorm reaches cloudy hands into my branches,
sending vibrations through these delicate flowers
a spider is drawn by the trembling

rain begins, falling down, I pick you up again
the smell of you combining with my hot skin and the hot pavement
we start our dance.

these people create a new tribe every week
our ritual is dance and we wish
for nothing more.

a song is climbing up my arms and out through my fingertips,
as my feet provide connection to my earth,
my hands dance
touching heaven

it is stormy in paradise tonight,
and we will dance
to the beat of God

January ’07


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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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