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

twirled below dashes of breath.

when they kissed

their mouths swelled to orchids,

throats bared above milky thighs.

 

i wept into an angel’s hug,

wiped my tears on the melting wings.

the mist around me slickened and trembled.

it had soothed, pleased and carried me,

sleek as a siesta of invisible wine,

while playing quite fair--

oasis, confidante and stage.

 

‘why should you want more,’ it hushed,

‘this is the best of times.’

 

but morning

was already chasing off such thoughtfulness:

dawn, rising up, hungry with purpose,

fierce to ride the brazen glints.

 

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