Sexual Musings :: Chainmail

There is something stirring within you,

awakening at the changing

fragrance of the wind;

a subtle shift in your heart,

a trembling purpose

awaiting your arrival.

And I know you’re afraid.

Above you are lightning strikes

like glass castles in the sky.

Below you are trembling roots,

moaning hollow melodies.

Your skin is violin strings,

your voice is river rock,

and your mind is a churning

mass of grinding metal.

But, in those hidden pockets of silence,

listen to the rasping whispers:

You are infinitely capable.

You are intensely powerful.

You are bur oak,

chainmail,

Heron feathers,

And the clever eyes of a fox.

Go.

Go where those whispers lead.


©️ Pearl Bayou

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