I Am The Flower Warrior

Fingertapped awake

My heart flutters

At your distant touch

I awake supine on my chac mool bed

Ready to be sacrificed to feed the light of your love

Anticipating your obsidian fingertips

Reaching into my chest

Pulling my still beating heart into the first light of dawn

To fuel the rising of the sun

Giving my self

Giving my blood

So that love’s harvest

Will satiate our unquenchable hunger

For each other

 

David Trudel    ©  2012

 

 

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3 responses to “I Am The Flower Warrior

  1. don’t have words…amazing!

  2. Thanks, some mornings are like that! Metaphorically speaking of course.

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