TheBanyanTree: a matter of heat

[Maria Gibson]

Heat; more than a temperature, more than a condition, more for those who 
have been spoken to and wooed, loved and caressed by it.

There is a seduction when warmth and moisture collide.  This 
combination, when given to and received by just the right soul is a 
gift.  Wrapped in a  cocoon of promises to hold one close and stroke the 
inner most heart until it weeps in gratitude and finally, finally the 
guard is down and abandon can open wide and let spill forth.  Need is 
released unto trust.  Flesh; nude of clothing, nude of  artificial masks 
to get by on, quietly lies with quivering and pimpled anticipation for 
what the close, silky breeze can bring.  Do this, do this thing.  Strip 
clothing, discard shame for being vulnerable and just.  Lie Still.  
Under the moon, beneath a sky dark with humidity and lowered line of 
clouds.  Lie Still.  Allow the breeze to catch the breath, move tender 
hair usually covered and hidden.  Sink, sink into a comfort of self and 
be carried away on this warm, moist, comfortable plane of existence 
until all other senses quiet; even biological response is in awe and 
cannot bear under the weight.  Lie Still.  Drift.  Cease Care.

Do this thing.


Maria