smoothly flows across my skin.
Eyes, so open
soothe my soul with liquid gold.
Possibility’s desire seeks to peek,
through the tangled web of ancient wounds,
while fragile soul
soars within transparency’s embrace.
Vulnerability’s silky pull births spirit’s breath.
Life’s vitality, like silk’s caress, awakens desire.
Should calloused heart tear this silken breath,
would beauty’s eyes run tears?
The dance begun,
dear heart’s invited in to sense,
the wonder of your eyes
while lifted up though still unseen.
No longer hard,
and jailed within an ancient bitter lair;
simply free to be,
unique creativity dancing on air.
Author – Bill Tidsbury