I rub Sage between my fingertips
Rolling
Rolling
Freeing innate perfumes
Rubbing essential emollients
Releasing herbal flora
Her oil spills upon my palms
Gathering the essence
The match sticks and copper unite
A flame of intention
Is stroked
Sun soaking cotton
Dip dip
Stirring the gospels of truth
Spurring within the spirit
Dripping with meaning
The fire whirls magical sparks
Inhaling aromatic perfumes
The blue flames dance as one…
Masturbating fire...alchemical Cirque du Soleil your double-jointed knuckles into the third knuckle metaphorically speaking...dirty talk and clean cotton...limber tongue I love how you swallow fire...I taste my oils upon your lips kiss of fame.
Love it. Love it. Love it! You're love affair with sage and it's release of magical potions is wonderful to study from afar. This poem is so full of deep down emotion it is breathtaking.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
deeper meaning, Victoria,
Lady Vivian
Yours xoxo
Ron