To Philly, In all Her greatness: Cozy curvy fingertips cower around my cavern. Closing the canyon of grandiose ideas, allowing only that which has no fear from the encampment of contours. I caress the city of brotherly love and canvas for a hug. Opening myself to the aggressive compassion . The city speaks to me in soft whispering tongues, I hold on tight for I do not know of the methods within Her steep falls. Each butterfly curling and cockroach swerving are just the same; She takes no favorites and makes crowded space for all. I drown in the current of her silent whispers, her siren of solitude. She is the only me that I see, the continuity of my own essential being. The stone that shimmies and shakes through my cozy arteries overcomes the current of Her sweet chaos by becoming molded by it. Tumbling me through the textured bodied frenzy of pulses, I am but a speck in her sensuous being, I am but a moment passing breath of life forgotten. If only the churning tides reach my fearsome caverns, can the softness of my blood rich pebbled being withstand a flow of simplicity. My borrowed being can return to the soft breathing city of forests and pine debris. She has shaken me into a trembling reality, and for that I am forever indebted.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 19:11:15 +0000
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