long linen dress
embraces
each and every curve
wrinkled on the hips
thin horizontal line of sweat
seeping through
under breasts
sun-kissed fingers picking
awns and husks
from tangled locks
gaze travelling
across the meadow
mirage
yonder
a slow blink
a turn of head
smile imperceptible
hair stuck to dewy neck
heatwave everlasting
slow hum
unknown melody
no ears close enough to hear
one foot in front of other
toes
on narrow path
through green-stroked golden wheat
withered poppies
weeds
air hangs unmoving
jade irises
freckles
lips ajar
thin chain around a wrist
pearl pendant swaying
His limbs now fertilizer, a clump of peat for the roots.
salted sweat drop
surfaced from the temple
rolls over cheek and chin
dangles
drips
lands
crawls in cradle
seeps into
the long linen dress
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I've noticed that when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
@cristals.word.drawer
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Comments (1)
Very sensual, Cristal. I could feel those sweat drops on my skin just reading it.