| Reverie for Valentine; 5 Senses
A runaway curl gets caught In one eye's lashes He sweeps it to the left And gazes to the right His breath is a rhythm That stirs the sleeping air I court the swirl of it Upon my blushing ear The tongues of angels Move about madly To the charmed relish Of his utterances His aroma mingles With the spices of nature The gypsies clap To invoke his smile Still the likes of me Soak dreams in salt They permeate my skin And I am left wanting To touch you....... Lily � 2008 |