Spring Lover's
Clean spring wind
tickles my every pore;
through skin,
soothing my inner tempest with
effervescent feathers,
surrounding
my every
sense
with
F
L
U
I
D
I
T
Y
Powerful and tender,
like a lovers kiss -
it glides,
temporarily smitten
with my earthy skin;
my motionless frame -
exploring my body
with its ancient mind -
searching in vain for the secret
of my existence –
a secret stayed –
grounded -
for gravity,
Wind
knows
not…
We rejoice in each-others abilities -
mysteries, and
for a moment,
we are one.
Him of the sky;
I of the earth –
a moment on no time’s horizon...
two lovers of spring,
exploring the unknown…
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