Zephyr’s Kiss

Downy-soft against my rough and

Weathered cheek,

You laid that brush of

Ethereal ectoplasm on skin that

Immediately thirsted for more…more,

Giving up one’s own ambitions

Just to feel that sanctity

You bestowed upon me once more

Before I come disoriented…

No, never mind…I’ve already lost you.

Eh, it’s weird…but rather nice…just a little bit of imagery for the day.

Laters,

KD