Susan K. Rowse
I Am
...thoughts of the memory
I am the shadow that has been beside you all this time...the aroma of a fresh
flower redeeming fragrant night scents of passion...the sort that made you
stop...turn your face into the breeze and catch the scent of floral
sweetness...I'm the breath of the ocean on your cheeks...the warm grace of a
feather against your skin...the melodious song of the blue bird...the
sunlight that baths you with liquid golden rays...the sunset that forces you
to stop in a hectic moment and awe at the radiance...and the soft rain that
kisses your face and trickles down into your mouth...to be trapped for that
quick lick...teasing for a moment till others are followed by others and
then you are soaked with the cream of my thoughts.