Some beautiful words by Holly and a gorgeous video. I’m neck deep in paperwork, but will be back to my abnormal routine next week. In the meantime, enjoy this!
At night we entwine
interlacing tendrils weaving
bodies stretching, limbs
reaching, giving way, every ripple
replicated in the amber sand.
Nights are as sweet as dew drops
on a rose and each breath is a vow.
A silent Oracle I inscribe Arabesque
across the grain of your skin
so that when you wake
you will remember.