Poemflesh

*

i listen, soft rain
rivulets on my soul
parts of me rise



cynthia

Poemflesh

WindSong

...that phraseless melody*


So supple beneath me
the wind
a kiss full of freedom's
laugh
folding love and joy a-
round me
a thousand peacock feathers
soft
dance upon my skin
fluttering
the wind sighs in hymns
adoring
the cool caress enters
glows blood orange warm
inside me
hues of golden love
commitment

there will always be the wind
crushed violet and jasmine
whispering my body and soul ...


Cynthia M.


*Emily Dickinson XXIV