Mystique Motif
As the southern wind slides on the satin ambiance,
you sprint in the shimmer of the flushing meadow,
the disheveled hair softly swirling on your face,
designs the ebony lattice of lilting grace alluring.
The blushed face caresses the lone leaf flying enticed,
that’s when love weaves a mystique motif on me.
You glisten in the golden gleam of twilight charisma,
your smile configured by slice of cloud’s silver edge,
glints the leitmotif of the silk sky before the night falls.
When from fervent storm surge of longing you emerge,
warmth of your moist cheeks the whispering leaf gets,
that’s when love weaves a mystique motif on me.
My yearning window opens on the visage of your trail,
I see you dance to the rhapsody of the cascading rain.
Floating on the waves of the beguiled gale passing by
the blooming magnolia tree I had nurtured for years,
a leaf falls and quivers delighted on your luscious lips,
that’s when love weaves a mystique motif on me,
and I turn into a leaf.
June 15, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Feb 14)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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