Lace in the Breeze ii

that’s how it feels

richly textured
and lush as pastures of the imagination

clear as the dawn that sweeps mist off the face of day

light as air
and gentle as breath upon a lover’s skin

that’s how it is

sweet nectars incense the fibres so delicately sewn

no tear in the garment

still her body is showing

no fear in the moment
for nights she weeps will cease to exist

and all will be bliss
like a lace in the breeze

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016

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