17 April 2009

Sippy

Canter on out, into the swish and wish of a mid day
sun
rise.

Swirl and whirl
your hips
undulate into the unknown
mercurial
oblivion
of another’s universe.

Make it your own.

Sip it silly (long, sippy draws).
into the deep-belly-depth of your center.
Inhale something wicked fierce.
Let it tickle your fancy.

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