Her reflection cast The beauty of an old soul Long travelled and wise
Whenever she passed by, there was this scent around her. She smelled like a meadow in spring – field flowers, tender earth and moist grass. Everything about her was refreshing.
Curves – soft, firm and generous, Core – supple, athletic, reactive, Spirit – warm, free, rebellious, Mind – open, aware, imaginative Whole – unshackled, aspiring, elusive. Untouched – she feels her Youthful body is wasted On lack of others Free, yet secluded – Out of reach from enticing Encounters. Silenced.
Softly monitored, Yet wild, unchecked – rough, soothing Delicate, a touch A presence takes hold Ravishes my attention Amidst eying crowd We don’t need to hear Nor say it, we know Night is Ours for the taking
Stranger’s touch winks; And grasps lost hand, eerie crush Gentle encounter. Gazes meet, smiles bond, Mirror, and cheeks blush, answer Aerial banter A move lands on deck A kiss – hairs on skin rise up Teeth close on my neck
Coursing middle grounds Where Horizon meets the eye Cottonous limbo Navigate the grounds Above and below veils, feel Timely weightless Staring Horizon In the eye aiming its meet Dead on hopeless quest Restlessly retire And drift next sun up until Night sets lights to rest.
If we pay attention and watch closely Around us, or if we look back and observe Captures of moments past, They pop up and become evident Interactions, connections, links They are there – ever present, Obvious and exposed staring us In the eye – in the foreground Discreet and hidden – in the background
UP! Your Strength – Blissful gift Walk, run, hike – Immersed in nature Reaching UP, all the way, Until you can’t climb any higher. And stop. Observe. Breathe it in, and out. You did it! You are standing on top of the world.
Liberty brings you to life. You get up at wee hours in the morning, get out and enjoy the rise of a beautiful summer day. You run with the music humming in your ears. It is so empowering. So fulfilling. The world around you looks overwhelming.
You have no idea what is going on Around you, the world is a blur. He is all you can see, hear, smell, and feel, And touch? You wonder… He speaks.
“If and when love happens to you and me, it will be special. It will shake our worlds upside down and lift up all the specks gathering on our shelves – up to the skies and let them rain down again.
“I looked up at his chiseled face. He ran his hand on my wet hair and extended a kiss. As his lips brushed against mine, my eyes closed. Instantly. I was transported. He had the taste of sand and sunburnt skin.