tmbt: warm wind swimming
The wind and the space inside the caverns came together for a harrowing and transforming moment. Again and again, the moments. And your hands told a story of the bones underneath them and the bones to come from them bathed in the sparkling grace of air that begets fluid movement. And they opened the eyes of my heart up to see a long path though not yet the things that would befall it under this foot, under this bone, under this sweet intake and out breath that was the wind. And my hair was tangled up in the waxing and waning presence of it all.
And your golden eyes burned a quiet, urgent fire that pulled open my mouth, my heart, and my reserve. Your warm wind makes the most beautiful swimming water.
Image found at Ride The Waves of Life.