dainty little tongues
that lick off the
salty rain on the smooth earth;
graceful vines
that wrap around the
supple pillar, tight, supporting;
tender mists
that lovingly blanket the
pointed peaks of the mountains;
strong branches
that bear sumptuous fruits
served on the dinner table;
an inviting hammock
that enticingly lures the
weary traveller to rest;
caressing...
weaving...
stroking...
providing...
cradling.
so gorgeous
are his hands.
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 2:52 PM