I can say it now, I feel Summer surrendering. Something is coming for Her, to take Her. She’s been waiting for this, anticipating the moment with Her throat bared. I admire Her; Imagine how it is to be so bountiful, and yet to yield without hesitation? When I no longer serve, will I slip away from myself so willingly? What if saying ‘yes’ means Death lays bittersweet kisses upon my neck? © 2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Posted on: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 11:07:22 +0000