Poem composed on February 11, 2011
No other breeze
Would know the way
To put a lady at ease
And then together lay
Be it night, be it day
In that state of bliss
In that gentle sway
They drift into a kiss
Tangled in a tease
In the momentary play
She wishes the breeze
Would forever stay
But no one knows the way
To make a moonbeam freeze
Fond memories carried away
In that ephemeral breeze
Breeze
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of the finger tips
gentle cuppings
of tender palms
gentle sways
of caring arms
flowing like tiny brooks
meandering under this skin
causes the slightest of touch
slowly crawling up the spine
with vibration that tingles
and shivers the universe
sneaking up under the blanket
in a nippy monsoon night
midnight breeze comes and goes
but the essence yet to remain so
may tonight's gentle breeze
caresses you into deep sleep