if I glow this spark and breathe becoming
it is this wildness that rises
from the hidden side of my heart
silent even to itself until it stirs awake
and murmurs lit whispers in blood
past time for blooming
this self sings open
lips brushed by fire
“Past time for blooming.”
I like the way this line is so very ambiguous and either illuminates or clouds everything else. Delicious.
Thank you so much!
wild thing you make my heart sing…
LOL!