Muse: Caroline Coggins
Love affair with a yogi.
Her eyes are so dark, the lightness drawing me into the deep.
Hair wiry and wild, an untamed woman.
She draws me into her embrace, bosom to bosom I melt into her softness.
She teaches me to look up out of the mud.
I trust that I will not loose myself within the boundarylessness of my transformation, my gift of death.
This is what she offers to me, to hold me from falling into madness.
I love her already.