In this dusk I wish to be the
breeze
drifting through fragrant gardens,
past crickets and frogs, faeries and
mushrooms,
through mossy ferns and pine tree
trunks,
then dive off the cliff in a rush
of air
towards the rocks and roiling
currents
rising just before I touch the
water
as the mist swirling in from the
sea,
in this dusk I wish to be the sigh
escaping your lips when I sink into
your arms,
a cool breath in your neck, are those
goose bumps?
I shiver, the uncontrolled surrender to the night
and its needs racing over our skin, a searing heat,
forcing us to let go of this world
and relinquish our hold on sanity for a while.
picture source: https://photogrist.com/surreal-manipulations-kyle-kerr/
Interesting comparison - both are breath of passion.
ReplyDelete"I wish to be the sigh escaping your lips"....simply beautiful Shadow!
ReplyDeleteI once had an experience similar to this desire of your Shadow. There was this yellow belladonna and a pier in Key West involved..it was good.
ReplyDeleteCharlee: "Crickets and frogs and faeries and mushrooms?"
ReplyDeleteChaplin: "Sign us up! Except for the mushrooms, I mean ..."
A romantic gusting moment of love.... Lovely poem ....
ReplyDeletepeace and love
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