April 10, 2009

I am centered

on a divine female

as the vessel

of transformation,

salvation made physical

by her laugh, her hair,

soft scent of her skin,

taste of salt and heat

saving me as I fall.

Italics within the poem are text pulled from Harper’s Encyclopedia of Mystical & Paranormal Experience under the heading of Mysteries.

NaPoWriMo Read Write Poem Prompt #10


One comment

  1. It works so well the way you built around the text!

    A man, his fiddle and crows

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