Return to Balance

Her body and mind were not meant to be
silent, rhyme and rhythm pulse throughout her;
finger tips tingle with the desire
for contact – more than a simple caress.

Lovers still fewer than her fingers count,
she has learned patience and serenity.
Every time she finds herself in-between,
she is reminded of the importance
of standing still, listening quietly
until balance returns and she can move.

She’s found the possibilities inside,
once hidden, dance on the tip of her tongue.
Passion finds form and meaning, and her own
pleasure simmers below the surface, waits.