The voice floats in through a speaker, or from the car next to me, or maybe it’s the bird sitting on my shoulder, Live in the moment. The voice sings, murmurs really. Her soft lips tickle my ear, her breath, my neck and her words fall down my spine.
The breeze lifts me out of the car, the roof opens, peels itself back, I lift up to the blue and the white cotton clouds. The sun, bright-orange-glowing-smiling, down on me, reaches her tentacles, pointing toward the ocean. I feel the breeze kissing my belly, my thighs, my shoulders, my cheeks, she moves me, placing me on the shore. The dolphins leap high to the clouds.
They Dolphin speak,
My words fall into place. Splayed out, legs spread, arms open, back arched, heart beating. My words rejoice.
My heart, broken, mended, healed, scarred, my alive heart. I watch my heart, lift and soar and the sun’s tapered fingers cradle her. I am amazed by the contrast of Sun’s orange fingers and my red melting heart. My love oozes.
The beach glows soft-heart red. MY open heart. And the sand is my page and my words, my words, my words, spill onto that page. Yellow, polka-dot, blue, purple, striped, lavender, rainbow, black and white, my words, paint the page and the beads of sand slip between my fingers and we are there, on the page, me and my heart.
We are bound together, my words, my heart, my poetry.
The page is a live. It is a life. A life lived. A life — on the page.
Let the words speak for themselves.
I have written a book.
** I have written a book of Poetry. Check it out here!