Not knowing yet...3

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My mind is still
on those few past
moments
when I wasn't myself.
I had become a cloud
floating white
in the sky blue
kissing mountain peaks
snow white
asking the sun
and the moon
if they ever had tasted
bliss.
It mattered not
if there was light
or darkness.
Then I became full
and could hold no longer
and started gushing
to the earth in a thousand
torrents.
And I flowed and flowed
and now here I am
not knowing yet...
...if it was true.

Passions....4

model: Muse Mercier

Even a thick forest
has openings
if one can manage 
to get in.
Getting in is
the way to 
getting out
in such things.
And one must not
rush or hustle
You never know
what beasts will stir
to life
and get ready
to devour.
So hasten slowly
and feel your way around
let passions be fanned
softly, 
secrets shared under
a heavy breath
and let bodies
be intertwined to
reach that unknown
peak, which once
reached has a way
to vanish into thin air.