Gitche Gumee Warms....Slightly

The orb of warmth rises slowly over the little town

with the crooked streets

The ocean’s mighty scion

Warms, slightly

She wakes

Within in me
Welling up as desire deeply seeded

Standing on the icy shore

Of the lake

Named Gitche Gumee

My heartbeat matches the

Slaps of the frigid liquid

life hitting the stones and the sand below them

They’ve  been licked

Soft and round

By her relentless

bath

of the ages

The water freely flows over them

Smoothing the angles and edges

Like the tender skin of a child fragrant

From a day of play in the sun

The orb of warmth

Drum beats slowly

Gaia’s heartbeat vibrates

out across the great expanse

of this body of life flanked by

cliffs alive and rocky, rigid

yet moving in the deep wind

The sound waves venture out over the frozen frontier

Only to come in again

To the place

just before the toe

of my boot meets this mighty wet woman lake
I am en-vibed with her own deep burning desire
creating hot, moist steam as it meets
her
frozen
wisdom

The drum’s beat in tempo and intensity increases
as the steam settles and heats my soul

I hear her mighty voice
as

She says to me…

“Enter, step in…the one of harmony

Let me harmonize you

My dear kindred

Heart child

Let me lick your wounds

Soft and round.

Let me smooth the angles

And the edges”

As I pulled away from the allure of the
frozen waves..
drum in my hand

Song in my ears

Beauty restored to my soul

I caught the fragrance

Of my own skin...

It was the smell of

the tender skin of a child fragrant

from a day of play in the sun

The orb of warmth

Warmed me, slightly

Today

As I shared space with

The ocean’s mighty scion

And it was all I could have ever

needed and wanted

As I stood in the embrace of

The orb that warms...
slightly

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