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Earth by Carolyn Fredericks Drums resound, fill, feed Earthtone pulses-- Air round, Full in the hollow clarity of night, The deep mellow richness Static-edged, spreading Mudsquelch--eyes closed, Body melting softly Into thick flow of motion. Shapes melded together, sweet spice Of grass, interlace of smell, touch, Rolling browns and cinnamon barefoot Toes circle over, arches and whorls blend One and one. Feet arched up, stretch to meet Gentle press of hands on back, Down of cheek on chest, on shoulder Fingers running whispered Through tangled shivers of hair Breath's comfort on brow Rhythmic, quickening like drumbeat. © Copyright 1997, Carolyn Fredericks, All Rights Reserved. |
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