"Sooth"

Sooth

Along your neck the whispers run

Down your body, revel's spun

Seeking places, just for fun

That never saw the light of sun

Tremours trill and bodies brace

Sensing sooth in trembling trace

All along the body's length

Gaining more transcendent strength

Showers come to those who wait

In raindrops filling loving trait

The drums beat on

As comes new dawn

The beat of the drum becomes clarion call

The voice of  body blows, come one and all

You shiver delight as the drumming beats crest

Transforming the sound into one I love best

Whoa!  Maybe okay?

Still not feeing very adept.  Not much practice in this life.  I had other concerns.  Like making it work in a human way.  At least, I can sense it now.  

I think I overuse the word, revel, but I really like it.

Maybe this is the big difference in the changes in me.  Maybe all of that catholicked puritan brainwashing was finally purged.  That was probably the deepest, most harmful paradigms of nonsense I encountered.  Whether you live by them or rebel against them, they cause damage.  The only way is to get past them.

    Ahhh, but it doesn't change a thing.   I am trying to put the cart before the horse, which makes me uncomfortable and feels dishonest.  I tried writing in this form a couple of times before and I felt the same.  I just couldn't pin it down until now.  I don't think I'll try, again.  It hurts way too much.