Once more you have found me,
We bear the scars of our encounters,
skin flayed, heart bruised, soul ache.
But you touch me now,
and desire blooms
like Cereus in the night
lips whispering past
shared breath catching.
Through life times
we tumble.
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Laura: Just a note to say how wild and beautiful I found this work. I have had the opportunity to keep up with the group by watching the video each week before I post it, and I am so grateful for your willingness to constantly show up for yourself and push that tender edge of soul. Many blessings. —Bonnie
Thanks Bonnie!