whiskey Buddha

my sorrow breathes of levandar and coconuts,

up the stairs formed from hazelnuts i climb,

as my chest starts swinging to the rhythm of my heart

my cold fingers grab harmony's ankle.

lightly, the purple-skinned Dryad flies away,

I slip. down the stairs i go, feeling every step

and as the last smoke of incense fades,

a whiskey whiffing Buddha winks at me.

Reviews

[StrangeCaraway]

This is refreshing! I thank you :D. Purple-skinned Dryad you say?? I knew not that they could fly now.. Winking whiskey Buddhas tend to have a way with them though.

[marrta]

Well, I believe, in poetry just about anyone and anything can fly :D Thanks for the review ;)

[StrangeCaraway]

I would have to agree with you :) and thank you for the reply!