I have come …

I have come to abandon Self to Her place in sweet nakedness on the altar … where others have been to mock her mattress of petals woven of forgotten flowers and the feathers of sky songs … She will not bleed when they cut her breast, … for she has become a vision at last.

Sept. 30, 2015 © 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved

 

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