'Breezes Are'
passions of
the spirit
enveloping
love's tide
all the while
being
paramours
for the pleasure
of the eyes
sacrificial sensations
fluttering kisses
along the skin
drumming up
a symphony
of rustling leaves
with the whipping
of the wind
sentiments are salacious
steam worthy of praise
nothing is missed
most especially the whisper
of a most flirtatious breeze
dominions in waiting
angling the circumstance
be it thunderclouds
or moon spilled milk shine
all rush to the side of
the stirring romance
the inertia of new love
is like a magnet to the wind
summer is a haven for lovers
while winter a stillness
to what has been...............
(Oct. 3, 2011 1204am)