Soaring

Free verse and very sensuous poetry

 

Soaring

 

Sailing

Wind whistling

blowing through my hair

he lifts me

as I reach maiden heights

unventured planes of warm mirth

sparks stinging the velvet darkness

silken swishes

he holds me as I tumble

as I fall through space

through the mist

to flutter

and quietly drift

floating

sinking

to the soft depths

of slumbering clouds

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Author's Note

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