"Inside A Snowdrop..."

Melting snow and ice flow as the droplets fall and fall...

Today the winter is not as chill, nor as gray.  An azure depth backdrops the "fade"-to-white and the eyes remember what to see beneath patterns that shift and flow.  You hear your footsteps and ...feel the silence leave your mind.

"Inside A Snowdrop..."

Driplets - droplets
pitter and pat
echo and float
...and the sun is here
its touching
tracing
edging patterns smooth and

flowing.

Feel the air

- its fingertips grasping

finding each bit of you all at once
...teasing and tickling your cheek,

nose THEN down the throat
filling and growing 'til

becoming an exhale
becoming you out and upon the world.

 

Feel as each hair lifts and spreads,
gathers and becomes waves eddying and rising free
freefalling and floating and rising again -
riding the unseen exhales as the world
- your world - flows by-and-by
grasping and tasting life

grasping and BEING life for all the other exhales
to find and feel and be felt in turn.

Reach - palm up...
wait
...wait
then
     catch a miracle!
- a world within worlds within -

a snowdrop
a single glass to gaze in-and-in
to focus - deep
deeper still
... 'til

I see you
...behind my eyes
and the shadows and shades

surround and enfold
tightening
tighter still...
holding me
gentling me
becoming ...me.

I am lavender ghosting in the air
the taste and sweetness of your skin
the softness of each lil hair flowing by
the lips that found their home on mine.

Breathing is one long purr
and life is gently kneading into the softness
...of you.

Chris

Author's Note

Feel free

Reviews

[Nautili]

This is lovely, to me the title would fittingly be "Inside your mind."" You are a creative soul with a wonderful way of looking at small events, not minor to you, but small-and therefore often overlooked by many. Small and significant, like a snowflake or a walk in the brisk air, when you feel so energized and alive.Love the exhale metaphor...the feeling of releasing into the world, ready for sundry experiences-the good and the painful. The last stanza is very sensual, makes me think of coming in from the wintry outside and sitting by the warm fire and chatting about your day with your lover, comfortable and at peace.

[Tim Lion]

Again, wow. Beats blue-blotters in the Orange Grove this stuff. The images zing and sing, the thoughts creep into the mind and have a sit-in. Really cool. You're another weird one....I'll keep reading because...damnit, I just don't think this way, and, taking out my own eyes to see through yours for that poetry moment is...well...that's what art is about, ain't it? And, by Skippy's purple underbritches, THIS is ART.
T

[sharonlee]

Thank you.... for sharing you.

[Penlady]

...Breathing is one long purr and and life is gently kneading into the softness...of you...blue skies and sun bring back the warmth one thought lost..never lost when one sees and reminds...and is thanked, thank you!

[Teri B]

Ethereal...

I miss winter!

[J. J. Nightingale]

This takes me away .. and I wonder where all those exhales into the cold exist .. .. Only you know exactly what you tasted .. and how the warmth of her surrounded and held you .. gentling .. till the two, became one once again .. behind your eyes ..

Sigh .. Sweet ............. Jazz

[Kat Collins]

Sigh. I'm mesmerized by the softness and gentle cadence....