Mi fa impazzire

It aches me crazy
this thirst maraud
for you r
touch
carves ravines
deep within

Surmise a
wayward wind
that subtle
nuzzles
allure
to the senses

Thief of nectar
divine
be it scirocco
mistral or
tramontana
serves me

Spreads
your name
on my lips
slithers
your taste
to tongue

Pearled
seed you
vine sinuous
scenic paths
to glorious
mystery

Voice the
unknown
tinge
passion’s
fires to red
gold flame

Wrinkle blue
topaz waves
marinate
dreams with
capricious
aromas

And like a lizard
soaking in the sun
I bask the
bliss supreme
glide to rim
extremes

ether
the ifs
to when






~ m.a

05/14/2009

Author's Note: scirocco - mistral - tramontana
are winds that kiss the Ligurian coast (Italy)

Posted on 05/14/2009
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