Birth
New dew, full bloom,
life, where nothing
existed before,
warming together our essence,
distilling you into perfection,
a complex devotion.
You-- a simplistic
culmination of
earthly worship--
eyelids, lips, fingertips,
floating in orbits of
lifetimes.
Tiny verve of stars
collected and you
are born-- when
everything possible
is possible.
TJKG
Tracy, this is grand. "...distilling you into perfection.. floating in orbits of lifetimes..." I especially like "...verve of stars..." - I get this great image of twinkling deities in the sky forming a constellation of a person. Thanks.
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