Midus

Publicat la 12 noiembrie 2017

~ I ~

Puff, puff, puff,

Crystalline dancing fumes,

Floating into thin air,

Sparkling in the hazy sunlight,

Captured by the trembling skin,

Filled with passion and desire,

Blue lines of light, so soft, so fine,

Sway slowly in a silken lace.

~ II ~

Her light, bare skin so glistening,

Reached by the scent of musk,

Gently drifting through the air.

The misty droplets settle there,

Like pearls upon her skin so fair.

Beneath his sapphirine gaze,

She shimmers softly through the haze.

~ III ~

The cinnamon, once forbidden,

Now spicing up her cup of coffee,

Lingering in her windy hair,

Reminding him of childhood sweets,

Now its sweetness speaks of her.