As she swept
the book out from
her lap so came
her secrets
spilling.
Words,
sounds,
movement;
all interpretations of
desire
trickling down the binding
and arousing
her spirit.
I love when I see something and the words spill forth in pure inspiration completely out of my control. This poem came to me after seeing a provocative image a friend posted on Instagram with the note…”Many interpretations…all accurate.” Thank you, Vesta
Namastè
©NicholeDonjè
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