an ode to the sacral chakra
and a reminder to find pleasure within the mundane.
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.
About the Creator
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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Oooo, very sensual and profound as well. I loved it!
Great poem! Much enjoyed!