Passionate tongues lick salt from the edges of the sea, transmuting wounds from lead to gold, while spitting truths and releasing ties to forgotton contracts. Licking and tickling, words spew forth, channels reveal light, cracking the crust, the heavy layers of paint and metal, several coats thick.
This dance titillates my calves and springloads my toes. Lightning spirals from heel to brow, spine shuddering as my pupils catch fire. Sight no longer clear but completely revealed, lids closed, seeing the totality of life and death and the dimensions between.
Breathing deep to meet this fullness, receiving, receiving, my being widens, receiving, melting duality and morphing color til fireworks explode from the tips of my hair and my eyes turn purple.
Lips parted in reverence, a sigh releases this temporal hold, the truth of gravity settling bones back into joints and stones into cradles. Forever rearranged, cells divide to sing perfection into being, to weave tapestries of promises, to paint landscapes of brilliant exclamation. A masterpiece formed by these hands and tongue and lips and fire, this spark and fight and breaking through.