a late summer poem by Dana Faulds.
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Sun Kissed
The blown conch sounds
its low note. In the warm
air, the fragrance of musk
and lilac mingle. A wooden
flute wraps its melody around
me like silk. The time for dry
austerities is past. I cast my
robe aside, throw bare arms
wide and let the sunlight
have its way with me.
Curves, softness, breath, beauty,
movement, breasts seek the sun's
embrace. A lifetime of shame
lifts, burning away like morning
mist. Adrift, the rising tide
of passion takes me, and I
do not wish to find the shore.
its low note. In the warm
air, the fragrance of musk
and lilac mingle. A wooden
flute wraps its melody around
me like silk. The time for dry
austerities is past. I cast my
robe aside, throw bare arms
wide and let the sunlight
have its way with me.
Curves, softness, breath, beauty,
movement, breasts seek the sun's
embrace. A lifetime of shame
lifts, burning away like morning
mist. Adrift, the rising tide
of passion takes me, and I
do not wish to find the shore.
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