y
our
original
modes
transpose
the cadence
of my heart
b e a t
strapless
silken
black the
dress light as
dewkiss to
breast
penetrative
your moonbreeze
glance enters the chase
charting my breath's
e x t e n s i o n
infuses suberb inner voice moves
magic the cross-rhythms performance
b l o w ing changes
you flute me to uncoil
beguile with sin
uous s o u n d
melodic in-
verse poetics the
dance
snakes
me
to
ec
s
t
a
s
y
This is like a whisper of wind, Maria. My sensory perception is in overdrive and my head is a wisp of smoke. You are certainly creative in both poetry and their special effects. Three dimensional stuff for sure.