by | Dec 21, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

I feel the silkiness of its
fleeting touch upon my
bare exposed feet.
My linen skirt swishing
around my ankles
just teasingly
brushing its surface.
A straw hat is perched
upon my auburn hair
a living connection
to the earth.
I place my chequered rug
(as it invited me to do)
upon its textured skin
creating a perfect square
of intimate darkness.
Folding myself into its
sweet scented fragrance
I allow it to become
part of me, a channel
for my thoughts.
Taking out my pen
and trusty notebook
I begin to write……


I feel the silkiness ……


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