ritual

The taste of strawberries
lingering on my tongue
swirling, mixing with a
bite of chocolate...

I was clutching my pearl
necklace in my left hand
and my piece of chocolate
in my right hand. smiling.

Who knew muses could be so strong?
I should have know the hands of
the graces could so eloquently
cradle, protect what is delicate.

I was holding an image in my hands.
A sprite strolling beside a deer.
Inviting me to explore the trees.
Encouraging me to unfold myself.

Oh the hips, the petals, the stamen, the nectar.
Where I wear moonbeams. Where I am breathless.

Don't worry, I've been breathing.
Oh, have I been breathing.