After a mere millisecond,
Your tendrils of sensation drift outward.
Reaching,
For the most lonely parts of me,
That have been yearning for the murmur of your soft breath.
Then, a mesmerizing moment of bliss, in which
I feel as though I am a freshly washed sheet,
Billowing in the warm summer breeze
As the smell of the ocean caresses me,
And whispers to me the wonders that
Lie beneath the thin, silken surface.
Regretfully, then,
The bubble of immersion is suddenly nonexistent,
Whipped away like water cascading down a rusted drain.
In another millisecond, it is all gone,
Leaving me only as a hollow log in a sea of driftwood and bitter dreams.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PuisiA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
