Wednesday, May 18, 2005

The Storm Recedes

The Storm Recedes

The storm recedes, explores me
with gentle tendrils in my hair -
at my neck, like lover's hands
in the after-time, sleepy.

Moisture rises from where I lay,
evidence of her passion. Spent,
I smile in her wake.

The lilacs have paid witness,
rubbed their knobby fingers
against one another -
set their scent free.

There I sleep, woven
into the fragrance, secure
from an infatuated breeze.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:43 AM

    Good morning, Erin. Hope you slept well? :o)

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  2. I like this...and I didn't have to read it three times to make sense of it. Keep 'em coming!

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