Up and Down

Running up the spine -
a chill, a thrill.
Spicy sugar lingering
within the living air.
A taste of scent.
Another blend.
The arguments
forgiven out of hand.
A breath that saves.
The ocean's waves.
Cerulean, the depth
of tinctured tone.
Then down again.
The weight suspended
by the highest heights.
Blessings born
within the dark of night.
A tingling.
An energy.
Forever flowing free...

? Michaelette ?

7/9/2004
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