Sianne

Half of me is filled with bursting words, half is shy. I want to pour life & love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently.I want to live within the rush of primal intuitive decision yet also sit and contemplate.This is messiness of me Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. As the beauty of my lines flow through to your eyes, mesmerized they speak of poetry only told by your touch.They weave and sway to music, only strummed by your flute of desire.Sing a song of loud whispers to be chanted by lips of fire.