The sound of her voice in your heart.

It feels so good

and safe

and right.

She’s wild

and real

and soothing

and flirtatious

and it all falls

into the right places.

Her barefooted

pear shaped

womb cradling

badassedness

heals all.

Her chest thrust forward

her feet stepping forward

her hips rocking

like a mother rocking

her baby

like a lover rocking

her lover

returning her lover to what’s really real.

‘Cause it’s the only thing

that really exists,

The ability to feel.

-ZG

8/15/2014