LOVE IS THE BED

Love is the bed
out of which hands and feet grow,
from which eyes form,
ears, the curve of a hip,
the long leg and arm.
Love is the bed
fit for the brain
to form its sinews,
to fire its synapses,
to structure itself
into music,
into the dance of elements,
to rest in, expand in,
color itself rich in,
forever flowing and falling
back beneath its covers,
leaping into Love.

A FORGOTTEN BEAUTY STIRS

Under the blankets of the soul
a forgotten beauty stirs.
This is a transformative struggle:
to throw back the covers,
stand up tall,
arms open,
mouth singing,
brightness within
kissing outer brightness,
until both worlds —
above and below,
within and without —
are loving each other
alive.

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About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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