![]() The Rib of HimA Poem by Kelly Scheppers
The Rib of Him
And I long for him, to be adjacent to the rib of him just below the heart of him…
to
feel the madness of the world dissipate within
to hear the symmetry of his breathing with mine so sweetly with mine, as the orchestration of our hearts beat
like
the hoofs of a thousand steeds converging, never- ending.
photography by Stefan Beutler
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StatsAuthor![]() Kelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more..Writing
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