Monday, March 25, 2013

The White Dress

A bundle of light walking in a light rain,
An elemental mode of freedom
Where the simple objects are the most true,
People, green trees, and fresh water,
If your silk touches me, I am coming.

You talk with me late into the night,
I drink the chamomile on your breath
And the vanilla of your neck and breasts.
You are something soft with freckles
Where my mind roves under your bodice.

I am blowing your pinks when dawn breaks
And the curves and curls of your being
Kiss the lips of the day.  My summer, my snow,
The most secret of desires changes with you,
So walk with me now into the light.

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