solitude, the wind, and I
October 22, 2017 § Leave a comment
The wind lapped on my little beads of sweat.
It offered me tiny dried flowers gathered from hidden branches and eaves, embracing me in a gentle whirl.
And as my hair loosely hung from my crown, I felt the lovely chill as it caressed both my thin and thick strands in a mesmerizing dance.
It raised the hem of my spirit, and glided in between the crevices of my consciousness.
Gracefully, it made love to me, and so I did with the beautiful face of solitude in front of me.