.jpg) Image: 'Elemental Child' By Steven L. Fornal |
| ELEMENTAL CHILD by Denice Taylor Walking on the beach last weekend, the wind singing Spring while the waves hold winter, I found a small cobble. A polished green metamorphic matrix with spidery black veins and a wide band of white quartz. Little girls call them friendship stones, or wishing stones. I rediscovered it this morning in my coat pocket. Its comfortable, washed roundness fitting into my hand, keeping my fingers company as I walk to work. I touch the curved tip to my lips - cool, dry firmness. It's tangy - salt and seaweed. It starts to whisper to me... I close the office door, locking it. I slip the stone beneath my clothes and tip my hips back. Soften. Holding it inside until the only difference is elemental hardness. I slide it along my labia, unfolding, unfurling, spreading. I press it against my clit - playing with the energetic potentials of hard and soft, fast and slow. We tell each other of molten cores and tidal currents. A timeless language of waves teaching, 'Born of the Earth and cradles by the sea.' I share heartbeat, pulse, breath contraction. And, when I touch tip to my lips again, Sweet, elemental |
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