Gina C Bryson

Rocks and Gems A tumbler made these blue stones smooth. They are cold now as you place them on my skin. Like points of stars that form a constellation, the lover in the sky. Healing begins within me, tension of my days released. The rocks remain in their hardness absorbing my hardness for themselves. By the time your warm fingers touch me, my body is soft and balanced. I am covered entirely by your gaze, the resting place of stones. Points of origin displayed- the small of my back, nape of my neck, and you will love me freely this night. For I¹ve given up resistance. I am formed as lines between stars- constellation of stones and spaces between them. A woman of stages, of stars and of uncovered places.

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