by Deborah Oster Pannell
I like burning lavender on glowing charcoal
and dancing hard,
thinking about long futures
and deep moments.
I want to cry and then scream
and I don't feel like cleaning up.
If I can keep a rhythm going long enough,
I think I can build anything.
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Love that first line and the continuing rhythm.
Of ritual and romance.
Thank you, J.A. I appreciate your sensitivity to the rhythm...
Gary - yes. that is it...
Indian princess. (I speak from the land of Pocahontas) *
Love the closing. **
Thanks Matthew, Rachna... your comments are very helpful to me.