Gloria Branzei

lava love

comments: Her hair slid over her shoulder
like red molten lava
fiery locks
slipping down and around
her shining moon face
glimmering white and round
pure
light radiating from
ashy grey irises.
Lotus blooms inside her cranium castle
Thoughts unfolding,
words dropping like petals
from her pouting lips.
butterflies lite from our toungues
talk circles our heads
as we reach out, soul to soul
our ideas fold together
into intricate creases
of paper crane hope.
We are inspired to create.
Lifted up higher with the energy
of this unlikely union.
Tied together with a twist of fate.

 


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