Up Close And Personal

Here in the close up of this moment five whirlpools reach out for me a double row of scimitar swords protect the orb of seeing there the sunken shaft that rooted me to being now as the camera of the mind pans away the whirlpools resolve themselves into the whorls of fingertips skin upon skin the scimitar swords row upon row shape shift back into eyelash after eyelash and the navel manifests itself that mark of self that once tied me to the world a kiss a kiss another kiss transforming the body in its alchemy of love.