Sunday, August 31, 2014



In bed with arm up stretched a slow coolness slips
silkily slowly to cross palm with gentle comfort.

No human hand this, well not alive in a real sense
nor a nightly dream, a gift, a touch delivered unseen.

Her aura a delicate bouquet, a floral fragrance floats
smoothly silently riding above dark waves of night.

Just as a beach is I too am smoothed settled to sleep
Tended by unknown sylph till daylight breaks her spell.

         © MRL August 2014