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Closing my eyes, I hear the feverish pitch of your heart while my skin senses the earth, which discriminatingly recites her poetry in unison with the sun. My fingertips feel the pressure of garden seeds pushing dark, damp soil as roots grow downward. Your smell penetrates my nostrils, leaving a trail of nutty aromas. Routine is the knocking sound of the Red-bellied woodpecker, as he seeks beetle larvae underneath the willow oaks, old, dry skin.
Tapping your strong leg underneath my weight, I feel your rhythm giving birth to our dance. Your hand strokes my hair, giving way to a frail path of magnolia oil. Nearby, I hear the trill of the Blue Jay as my lips part, wetting them with my tongue, as I wait.
Expectations of your smooth mouth on mine send quivers through me, and past the soft, velvety moss below. Our sounds are vibrations to the underbelly of the planet.
Sunbeams caress my skin, as its heat nibbles at my fragile shell, causing blood vessels to swell. You are the earthly string that binds my heart and flesh. Grounded by your ferocity and overwhelming love, my small pores release their song in quarter notes. You play my strings with the gentleness of a hummingbird feeding her newborn in the nest nearby. Faint is the whisper of the breeze cooling the sweat, which rolls smoothly between my breasts.
Safe like a babe engulfed in her mother’s womb, I sense our singleness with the earth. We are one body yoked equally in Your Eyes, My Lord. Our heartbeats become one, and my tear ducts release to shed drops of thankfulness. Rooted in our love, we are the marriage seed growing and blooming in Your earth.
Written by Joni Caggiano on 07/02/20