Joy's rhythm
taps out of
my finger
tips
and
hips
Warm fuzz
erupts in
the centre-
fo-ld-s
of my belly
What is this
ecstacy -
explosions
of bright blue
and fuchsia
behind my
eyes
Majestic
creatures
on sleighs,
afloat but
moving
faster than
a thousand
light years
compressed
into a second
An eternity
this
pure
bliss
blessing
a soul
that moves
and
moves
and
moves.
There is no
stopping
this spirit
from expanding
its tender,
petals
to meet
on the
other side
of the
earth
and in
unison
rejoice
in the
soft song
of
true,
true,
oh so true,
love.
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