Magic born on the wind…
Twilight, midnight, blackened sky,
Dusky and huskily the moon peers out
*
Dancing, pirouetting, floating
cherry blossoms
ride a sensual breeze
*
Tilting, lilting and
delicately caressing
all that they land on
*
The trees sing their pleasure
and shake their leaves
like a shimmer on
a pond or tiny pebbles
cascading down
*
Wafting, teasing floral
scents blooming
*
Giggling, leaping, bouncing
and bounding
we twist, we turn,
we fall
*
Under spring’s spell.
*
Writhing, thriving,
thrusting, trusting
our bodies sensual
colliding
*
Grasping, grappling,
hungrily searching
to fill the space
with twilight’s
twinkling
*
And then the slow burning
*
The magic fading
*
Sand to slumber
*
The sparkle over.
Written 7/22/2014. Recounting a walk from The Abbey Tavern/St. Arnold’s Mussel Bar in Washington, DC to the Wardman Park Marriott.
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