The glowing in the center of my heart
remembers you and a tiny kiss ignites an ember. In the bowing inward,
pulling focus to stillness
burning eternal, a flame, a fan dance
yet I am cooled
or is it that I have arrived to know I am the center of the blaze?
in my body the air is gone
nothing left but love I wrote that poem for MY heart when I committed to dance with LOVE as my MUSE a little bit every day this month as a way to tend to my heart. What do I really know about my