With every formative expectation
stripped from my belief
of what could be or even
I go light as air through days
and nights. Placid through phone calls
and laundry, quiet as the pause I have
cultivated from point to point,
in my desire.
Until the weight of you grounds me,
flares my banked passion,
pins me to the moment of my bluest
truth, billowing out on the ardent breath
of the sensual, settling
on your skin.
The ethereal incarnated
by your presence; a heart
tethered to Earth by the power
of your touch.
Thoughts on the Second Chakra