I'm outside on my swing,
without the trace of a breeze
or the slightest wind;
just the scorching heat
beating down on my face,
and yet this is my happy place
The birds are humming
and the bees are buzzing,
my eyes are squinting
yet I sit here swinging;
all the while wondering,
what you must me doing
or thinking in my absence;
so I asked ...
and in honeyed words, you replied
in a way that made my eyes smile
The swing is the place to be, you said
Life is a pendulum and we like a bee
We flutter and collect in the gardens
soaking in goodness and mollen
Then only we load our everlasting pollen
Heat will cleanse you and let sweat be your attire,
for only the sun can share your fire
Finally, the internal beauty
will reflect in your desire,
for this beautiful lady's heart
is ready for a new hire
Oh how I smiled ...
You surprised my senses,
sipping from my words,
swirling the soft taste
of my sun-soaked innocence -
and something else, a silliness perhaps;
the kind that comes from
unexpected surprises
How did the words taste, I wonder;
enough to tease your lips into a smile,
enough to tickle your pen into writing
me into the midst of your day,
and enough for the sound of your voice
to echo like a whisper within my ears
Suddenly, the swing in the early afternoon,
beneath the glaring sunlight,
wearing nothing but sweat
and silly innocence,
has become my favorite place to be
~ Priya 🕉