An afternoon affair

One afternoon,
upon my bed, the wind
blew… so ever gently.

White curtains swaying
like a girl toys her hair,
my face she’s kissing
in afternoon love affair,
the trees she’s playing
as black locks of a mare,
galloping, to sunset coasts.

Lifting lithe curtains,
she rests upon my face.
I dream into the breeze
…never was she so flirting.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Woooow, the metaphors you flowed like this very wind... The ebb and flow of your poem from start to finish is mind blowing poetry...awesome.

[Juan de Rajah]

It's a pleasure to have you enjoy my works Mr.DeValle.

God bless and have a great day!

[Everett DeValle]

And enjoy I did...this is my favorite because I felt this before and you captured it in words, for me to relate, Jaun. Priceless. :)