we are this sacred
flesh, form and feeling pulsing,
fusing feasts’ finest
in the fire of skin
and bone, bud and blossom,
seed of earth afire…
we dance in-between
and in the before after
spirit-body groan…
as the flower spreads,
so do we… inner/outer
flesh blooms feast supreme
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- j ruth kelly, 2013, all rights reserved
J. Ruth Kelly 
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