Tell Me
A hazy sunshine fills the empty room
The light creating a mixture of
serene fog and dancing rays
A figure forms in the haze
floating on air
and holding a staff with a golden head
It waves the fog around into
rainbow-coloured circles
Some small, some big
All concentric
and encasing two shapes
They radiate a lenitive breeze
and the scent of roses
I hear a slight rhythm
emanating from its edges
consuming all air in the room
My lips fall dry,
then moisten
with a cinnamon taste
My body quakes
My teeth beat together
ungracefully
Stricken by terror and
expectance at once
I can feel the tightness around my waist
as the two shapes embrace
as if caught in the hollow warmth
between them
Trickles of sweat
run between my eyes
severing the rays
Bird calls ring through
and start lining into inaudible verses
My heart races and I start to quiver
I’m blind, and deaf
and covered by a warm sheath
Tell me, my love
Do you feel it too?
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