Warm Breeze
The Warm Breeze clinches it.
Standing semi-naked at any hour
of my choosing,
knowing without willing
that the gentle massage
of the warmest of trade winds
would purge my body of dying
skin and allure it into
an affable puff.
Imagine walking on
any day of your choosing,
certain without wishing,
that the gentlest vicarious
breath transforms your walk
into an ambrosial glide.
Yes – it is the Warm Breeze
which clinches it for me.
The Warm Breeze clinches it.
Standing semi-naked at any hour
of my choosing,
knowing without willing
that the gentle massage
of the warmest of trade winds
would purge my body of dying
skin and allure it into
an affable puff.
Imagine walking on
any day of your choosing,
certain without wishing,
that the gentlest vicarious
breath transforms your walk
into an ambrosial glide.
Yes – it is the Warm Breeze
which clinches it for me.