It moves
always it moves
skipping sloping inside it burns
turns in partial fire
Nestling in organic home
heart throat mount for a time
memory and promises
to be gathered
Running arteries, veins, skeins of light
splitting body, spirit, across
Yorkshire Trod pooling cupped
in palms overspilling overflowing
in side tossed like a pocket star
in to quivering air, float, fall
and caught
held
offered
an egg
if you like
a gift
if you like
(of all that I am)
Unconsumed
we grow with giving
loving breeds more love, always
this is what I am
While our paths run
we each have suns within
once met once
our worlds conjoined
15th June 2021 #Pennings
