a ticklish moment

cool wind baptism.

thin bones expand

until tired flesh

is worn like a clingy

pink evening gown.

 

the heart-song swims

like midnight fog,

in, through every hungry

pore.

 

a starlit breath

of deep woods Zen.

then,

a deeper,

brighter inhale,

as love-stricken cicadas

stop singing

long enough to share

a sacred kiss;

 

and,

for a ticklish moment,

 we imitate

Nature’s everlasting glory.

Reviews

[roarke]

ether's in the night I suspect. I usually just dream like "Little Nemo" ... but that's me..lol

[Kenneth The Poet]

I love this one.

[Backlight Burner]

I love the last stanza, it really brings the whole piece together. Great write :)

[Emily B]

i read it in a whisper, anxious to see what the next line would hold

[WhiteWillow]

I was sucked in by the first line. A painting of serenity. Sublime, and one with Nature. I got lost in this fantasy world. Nice flow, perfect word choice.

[Chris]

I don't know for certain if "memorable" should fit...but I kinda think it does.

[hmm]

Hey, this is very nicely written.
I like this write, cute as well.
Love the line about cicadas.
Awesome!

[freelancejouster]

i accidentally read the first bit as "as worn as a clingy..." and i had a "well how worn is that?" moment. regardless of that, though, i'm a little in love with the feelings in this. the weight, the electricity, everything.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well a short but fun journey here, it leads one to think of the perfection in mother earth, well done, good read.