Lifted by breezy fingertips
sighing to see
the shifting clouds.
Tiny wings attempting
seduction of the sky,
supplication to heavenly travels-
take me to the sky.
Show me worlds away
the other sights where
limbs beseech
and blossoms blow.
I dance on warm waves
of pleasure captured
in essences of the senses.
I am whisp and whirl,
lilting and lively,
aflutter in the cool pool
through the light
and darkness.