Now...I could float like...
that playful cloud
over your blue skyway
teasing your senses
with promises of
a sporadic shower
... feeling complete and wholesome
in this brimming femininity.

Or I could be that
capricious breeze
that dries away the
last drop of sweat
on your tired brow
with her moody...
fleeting touch ...yet...
...feeling assured in her passing quirks...

But here I am ...
a tiny spark
in your eye
curling your lips
into an occasional smile

Let me dwell there
this instant...
...and... till all the space
shrouding my mystery
fades into ...
...A HAZY OBLIVION....