Incarnate

Prelife imaginings

Art by rolffimages

Pulsating, rhythmic I

Create visions and 
Dream…

Of warm, wet sand
Digging, burrowing
With a belly full;
Of rusty clouds at sunset
The wispy, whispering air
Streaming off my wings;

Of fear, as the creamy
Moon stirs the hair at my
Nape, I anticipating 
The hunt with the rustling
Leaves deadening my footfalls
Awakening my sense;

Of duty and honor
Glory bent with the cold
Steel pressing into my flesh,
Engraving its form
As the muffled sounds of 
Groans surround me;

As a tightening band
Presses against me,
Squeezes me as I ooze
Forward relentlessly;
Full-blown, full-bodied sound
Startles me;

I want more visions
To dream…

Instead I open my eyes,
Take a breath,
Cry out and
She smiles at me.