Saturday, April 4, 2015

swirls and curls

In the deep of the night
they awakened me
the haunting breezes
drawing in dimensions
upon my arms and face
I exposed a leg
to their attentions
deciphering the spirit language
much as when I touch my dog
grateful intentions
caresses of the air
pulled slumber over me
blanket alive as ocean
gentle as mist

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