Breeze (22/30)

The prompt for day twenty two at NaPoWriMo was to write a pastoral poem in honor of earth day. A Pastoral poem usually engages with nature in form or fashion so I thought this might work…



The

night breeze

sneaks through my open window

like a lover’s unexpected enchantment;


it wisp across bare skin,

taking up residence in the bed sheet and bones.

Body hairs become so aroused,

they never want this


sensation 

to

cease.






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