Awake
She released the pin of sin from her hair.
Black flames licked her bare
shoulders.
She trembled In anticipation,
all her life waited for this revelation,
the bell was rung,
the song was sung,
sweat pricked her lips,
it stung and yet,
it tasted sweet just,
like a chocolate treat,
on the tip,
of her tongue,
sizzling . . .
melting. . .
like butter in the sun. . .
The poem “Awake” inspired this electronica piece, please accept a warm invitatoin to listen to it and also explore more of my practice based research project within the transformatory world of I am Maria! now in Bloom.
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