Poem: Journey of Mist

 

Journey of Mist

 

shrouded

by the unseen pulse of the sun,

i could feel rather than see

swirls of skirts of half-seen dancers

merged below dashes of breath.

when they kissed

their mouths swelled to become orchids,

throats bared above milky thighs.

 

i wept into an angel’s hug,

wiped my tears on the melting wings.

the mist slickened to tremble.

it had soothed me, pleased me, carried me,

sleek as a siesta of invisible wine,

while it played oasis, confidante,

and stage.

 

‘why should you want more,’ it said,

‘this is the best of times.’

 

but morning

was already chasing such thoughtfulness off,

harsh with hungry purpose,

fierce to ride such brazen glints.

 

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5/28/25 .. changed two words

5/25/25 ... lots of eds