Heartbeat
Pulses of rhythm
dance through
my spine Continue reading “Heartbeat”
Deep and Down
My muscles clench and contract
Around you
My soul whines and wails
With and without you
My heart cries and calls
Out your name Continue reading “Deep and Down”
Art Gave, and Art Hath Taken Away
Artistry
baptized me
in the rich soot
of my arched foot
Point, flex the muscles
of my soul are strong
and sacred and succulent and
sometimes salient
or esoteric
but always struck by seduction
and the sensuality of perpetual motion
of the mind
baptized me
in the rich soot
of my arched foot
Point, flex the muscles
of my soul are strong
and sacred and succulent and
sometimes salient
or esoteric
but always struck by seduction
and the sensuality of perpetual motion
of the mind
Melissa J. Dixon 