Underneath the trees and among the fields of sunflowers she grazed the sharp grass with her fingertips.
Her womb danced at every breath she took and at every sigh that escaped.
And with a gentle caress she calmed the entity within.
With the gentle breeze humming all the way through she could not help but look to her right and to her left…and smile at all the dancing wombs that accompanied her on that sunny day.
For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro
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