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an ode to the sacral chakra

and a reminder to find pleasure within the mundane.

By Olivia MacbethPublished 3 months ago 1 min read

orange spoke through them...

"let's play."

orange moved through her...

hips a little sway.

sensually dancing in her boots,

I was captured at my roots.

engulfed by our orange flame,

sexuality and sensuality remain.

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Olivia Macbeth

one swoop the wind picked up everything in it's path. the little worms that creep from the soil after it rains, the stranger who kicks their feet with childlike innocence. the quirky, horrific, intoxicating moments of life dance in my mind

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Comments (2)

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago

    Oooo, very sensual and profound as well. I loved it!

  • Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago

    Great poem! Much enjoyed!

Olivia MacbethWritten by Olivia Macbeth

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