Oh glorious mist, like rich silken threads
pouring delicately through the streets
of a lost concrete horizon. Take me, weave
for me a cloak of such splendor my naked
form will sing to the heavens of divine pleasure.
Oh dear, glorious mist, your ocean scent
speaks of ancient home, my soul yearns
for your touch. Kiss me, with a thousand
tongues, atom for atom, seep within me
and search for the essence of my core.
Ensnare me, oh dear glorious mist, ensnare
me within your silken fingers. Tantalise my
porcelain skin, graze the sensitive skin upon
my neck, your gentle smoke wrapping around
my beating heart, beating for you,
Sea mist, my truest love, let me nestle deep
within the droplets of home, so I may hide
from the darkness that is life. Swathe me
in all that is sensual, let passion rise and
entwine, take me home,
dear glorious mist,
take me home.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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