Something on the Breeze
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I love sitting here
Soaking up these rich golden rays
Wrapping me in a cozy embrace
Kissing my cheeks and nose
I feel a gentle caress
Ticking down my arms and over my hands
Gentle tugs playing through my hair
Whispering of a place far away
I close my eyes and lean
Into my caressing, tickling, windy friend
A sudden glimpse of swirling silk
Rich vibrant hues of turquoise, jade and fiery red
I see soulful eyes lined in kohl
Glinting gold from adorning jewels
Elegant hands flowing through dance
Secretive smiles shadowed by veil
I blink rapidly as the images fade
A hazy cloud of sparkling sights
Slipping away as my breeze moves on
Leaning back into the golden light
I smile and wait for the next caress on the Breeze







Hookah 2 years ago
I love your word use to paint such beautiful imagery, it's wispy yet elegant in it's flow. Great piece of poetry.