Gentle Breeze

A moment after love

 

Gentle was the breeze that streamed through the blinds on that crisp September night.

Waves of coolness caressing my naked body; my toes, my back and thighs.

 

How tender that moment was - as I listened to his rhythmic breaths

My voice talking, as he listened, relaxing him; causing him to rest.

 

My words created a path covered with leaves, rocks and dirt.

The massive tree in front of me; roots buried deep in the earth.

 

The leaves being tossed about by the wind like chimes on a string,

Each leaf falling to the ground waiting for the cold harsh winter to begin.

 

I watched them fall for awhile; twisting and turning in the air

The sun burned edges of the last remaining leaf just seemed to hang there

 

The constant battering of the wind caused the leaf to relent

Watching it fall to the ground, I was sad for I knew what it meant

 

The chilled breeze carried me back into his arms like a leaf

Gently placing me down with a quite peaceful relief

 

As I listened to the harmony of his breaths and the wind.

My mind felt rested awaiting the new day to begin.

Author's Note

Romance