Sweet anticipation

With my eyes closed…
sensing.

Stomach, heart
and taste buds getting ready.

The beginning of a smile in my hips,
and the touch of the air on my lips

anticipate
the sweet taste of here and now.

 

 

 

Related Blogposts

(of my stay by the end of the old year) Outside the gate of Home in winter light a small fragile egg rolled towards me its golden glow dissolved my sight and my skin became transparent I glimpsed in the mirror on the wall a bluish silhouette approaching us; I…

Will you hold a space for me?Will you welcome me homeat the end of a long dayif I come bringing painor shining with joywith cleansing waterwith your familiar scentwith your deep embracewill you carry meover the thresholdto a space where I can breathe? Will you breathe life into me?Will you…