May day breeze, di Adele Ogiér Jones

Adele Ogiér Jones

May day breeze

that drunken feeling

as the world floats by

warmth laps sweetly

preparing the maiden

with oils and perfumes

ready

anxious, fearful

longing to be taken

peace followed

by air caressing

with a gentle breeze

refreshing, loving

like hands hot

breeze moist

bringing strength and in turn

release

eyes knowing

calm

waves lap the shore

roaring and crashing replaced by

sounds of crickets, cicadas

humming

monotonous sweet sound of the bush

in the tropics.

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Adele Ogiér Jones

May day breeze

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