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The Pink of Me

The Pink of Me Mandala – M. Ulto

Somehow you are crawling in on long, sweeping thoughts
My white hot wound suddenly sweet, rich and pink with you
The sky bloomed bright instantly to my unfinished why
Trust, faith, dream and let love unfold

Warmth licks at me in soft, new ways
The small of my back curls into your phantom palm
My back arches up, open and, enraptured, unfurls
My throat holds back no cry, no sigh, no moan

I have never been freer, unbound, yet held
I burn with colors and waves of sinuous thought
Spinning you impossibly close in entity
Your existence insubstantial and raw

Rainbow Iris – M. Ulto

Sometimes late at night I just burn to create or express a feeling. I want to remember tonight – hot, wet late spring night, the linden trees heavy with scent, the air softened by a slight chill in the breeze. The skyline glitters as always, the hush of night broken from time to time by the wet suck and crumble of passing tires. I feel so much this evening, enjoy the new burn and expansion of my light, while my heart thumps hard and happy. At times, the feelings overwhelm, brim and make me gasp. I suppress moans, bite my lip to smother sounds, breathe low and easy. It builds, crests, pushes against my tolerance and the pink of me begins to hum.

My moon is out tonight. It cuts the blue black with a slice of magical light.

In all ways, gratitude to the universe.

Peace,
Melissa