Tuesday, December 17, 2013


At night
you trip to my dreams
and snag a place
for my mind to be still

You block the disturbance
as you slowly paint
the silken canvas...

dissolving aggro...
defusing lemon grass-like aroma
so soothing,
so suited to my taste...

simple yet calm
you flatter my rustic mind
with a soft flutter...

such sweet indulgence,
a subtlety of some sort..

lock me away in your  snug
in feeble beauty of nakedness
bare each hunted feeling

see through me
for only this moment
i let you cradle me
in each current of emotion..

dear Poetry.

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