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and the desert breeze
winds around the branches,
where the honey-essenced mesquites
perfume the sand
licked up
in the sonoran drift,
i sway here, too—
waiting for you,
twisting just a half smile
until you come,
your hair smelling like pine,
and mine
like shadows
coming out into the sun
© 2025 jennifer wagner
photo (me) © 2025 ian wagner
Lush and oh so romantic. It's what I see in my dreams of you.
ReplyDeleteMarvelous stuff, Jen.
ReplyDeleteI am gently hypnotised by all the sights and sounds here...beautiful, Jennifer 🙂
ReplyDeleteLove the perfume, lush images and romance of it all. Beautiful photo!
ReplyDeleteJennifer, I literally sank into this poem ... lush, hopeful, sensuous ... all of it good.
ReplyDeleteThe shrine only in the title but its holiness suffuses the address of I and Thou. How swept and lush the inhale.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo, Jennifer, and the luscious poem, which transported me. Thank you for the experience.
ReplyDeleteYour poem sounds great read aloud. Pretty picture of you.
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