My ink bleeds unto the page
        wandering from the mind's vortex
  spiral twisters, compulsions
                      and desires  
  wafting through rambling quills
     hearts devour'd & core exposed
        unstrung melodies of spirit's zest,
         flutters of gossamer wings on zephyr's glide
            touching moments unravel'd,
                  nature running poppy wild

               ...and then once again,

  ~EXHALE POETRY~

start
    the
          process
                over
                      again

  from the top one more time
    gliding on a dance floor
           of rhythmic seduction
             is it rhyme or reason
                 that keeps me coming back to you