Wind tossed and pierced pure
descending down from heavenly realms,
to where you last left me blooming,
and where want begins to whisper again.

My wandering comfort now lies within,
the timeless and allegorical lines,
we gingerly scribed upon the rocks,
and where in pure delight,
our dwelling time pulsed.

The mesquite whispers warmly here.
Casting their blessings through my hair,
and knowing pure love,
is the deepest practice we manifest;
and with which I am now satiated.

My innermost nest now rests,
while you are buoyant and away.
My heart pirouettes with incredible visions,
of our warm shared breath,
that fed us abundantly for a while..
~Shannon Donovan

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