Eyes closed
Visions come
Hair, soft on shoulders
Kissed by the wind
Swirling lil' groove
Slowly bubbles up from inside
Shall we put it into words
Paint colorful word symbols
Or take it to nerve endings
Honor it, one way
Or the other
Poetry
Or skin
All the same
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