Delicious Air

Sparkling small wind,

Oh, delicious air

The currents wave like anxious eyelashes.

Lights innocently promise

a lively, bright rain.

Clear and delicate,

the clouds travel,

glimmering like stars though this

cold window of fragility

thoughts so graceful, mirroring

an innocent touch

a soft and sweeping caress

undressing before methodical eyes

sleeping between silky sentences of recognition