Inside, there’s something deeply quiet: 

A sanctuary for dances in the dark

A muse for adventure, spelunking onto damp soil.

Inside, you see

The YES is not lost.

When you sink down further into the noiseless dark,
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? by Artist Aranka Israni

Slide down my spine

Melt me now

Caress my skull

From the inside out

Your textured voice

Drips and drags

Into my belly

A red velvet statement

Of myself in selflessness

Hold me

Feel me

As I drag my breast across the floor

And then rise up  

Breaking the ceiling of my satisfaction

© Krista Kujat