I stand before the bright orb
Whose makeup is akin to a warrior shield set ablaze
Head raised in acknowledgment
Eyes closed so as to only feel
Feeling the heat as it penetrates my body
Every inch of me is covered in warmth
Every inch of me is open to the gentle caress
I welcome it
The wind blows from the west but again
My tresses pass my face
As I sway to the throb
Burn me unto thee
I am one with you ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST Sept. 10, 2008
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