The air humid
As a gust
Of wind
Rides gently across the pores of my face.

The dust that
I hid in
My palm
Gently swam away in the melody that flowed with the wind.

Enriched with
Delightful
Elegance
I assume that the dust will never return to hurt my eyes again.

It made
My palms
Very sweaty
But kept them warm in time of need.


(Part 2)


You’d come with your inconspicuous ways,
That only I would notice because I was always with you.
Translation you’re a direct arrow to my blind heart that really never had eyes.

You tortured the aura of my complete being,
That never understood my own imagination that ran wild.
Therefore I suffered; yes I suffered because my soul now felt divided and condemned.

At the touch of a painful sharp cotton that comprise my thoughts,
I uttered the very words I thought; I thought I could never say to you leave get out
I don’t want to ever see you again in my entire life don’t leave a sound here when you go out that door

Before you left you turned around,
Surely without a sound you looked into my eyes,
And in that moment I wanted you to come back to return as my lover again.

© Robyn G Neymour