The Divine

Dancing under your belly,

surfing the belt of your stars.


He tenders the herd

in the night.

Mounting lush hills,

every step leaves perfumed grounds.

Natural and  lonely,

he awaits the divine.


The rebel drums beat from

within my corpse,

as the spirited drums for the sun.


~ by Aquatic Poetry on April 1, 2012.

2 Responses to “The Divine”

  1. The poem creates imagery of passionate constellations for me.

  2. That sounds lovely – enjoy the new week.

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