I'm trembling, eating figs
as the starless gap of breathing canyons encircles me.
A tiny dance in the cavernous, windswept, flowering storm.
I flutter free like snap dragons
while you're running a cool, burnt palm along my white belly.
Diamonds falling and sunlight slipping through cracks.
Swirling down a dark corridor,
a tunneled heaven.
Where lush secrets deepen pulsations emanating
past melodies constantly changing colors.
The peal of an icy bell so far away.
A shower of stars.
I'm so close to living.
© Kristen Bernard 1995