daylight struck, my soul now resides in a new continuum. a continuum I simply begged for, years in and now I wake to it. seems surreal yet reality is awake in present awareness. how could it be? beaten to a bloody pulp over and over as honey drip from my eyes. I knew the sweetness would sink as the honey sunk slowly down my cheeks to lay upon my lips, just had yet to caress them with my tongue that hungered for stillness. All I want to do is kiss her hips.
About the Creator
Kayla Peterson
~soul’d out~
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Thought of Language
spirit derives through all script. sound is our way of connection to feel. sensory is the gift of communication within the waking of light that emanates through and from ignition of our core. the way you speak, the words you choose, body language used; remember, there is either a yin or yang attached to that continuum you’re releasing from your soul. It will echo, your heartrhythm flows with the script of your entirety and I know as an Earth being we have an astounding vibrancy that either pierces with darkness or is gently felt with the many colors of polite positiviseeds’. Everything is interconnected, hold accountable to awareness of your environment and the way you speak.
By Kayla Peterson5 years ago in Poets
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