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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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