Fulfilled. Complete.
Between the Grooves, Through the Drop
Baby, be the stylus,
delicate, precise.
Feel the grooves, run your tip
along the textured surface.
Find the rhythm, find the pace,
find each fold and its face.
The emptiness surrounding us
fills with tender harmony.
It hums and murmurs
slow,
unhurried,
eternal echo hovering
eons after record ends.
Honey, be the sunbeam
to my sparkling raindrop.
Pass through me at the perfect angle
my limbs and yours, twined, entangled.
Push me, pull me,
hold me, love me,
until the harvest ripens sweet,
and we dance on rainbow’s arc
to the brim fulfilled, throughout complete.
Each step is new
as well as ancient,
and nothing else in world remains.
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I've noticed that when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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