A hard week ends and tired legsJosyift, 2023
Walk warily to the door,
Which opens up to something more?
Yes, soft arms wrapped slowly around
And fingers peel away
The stresses of the day.
I’ve become wrapped in Tuberose
Jasmine and Neroli.
A homely garden for me.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Shakespeare, ReShaken
When rough winds shake the darling buds of May,
Then all too hot the eye of heaven shines,
So every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
That often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Art thou more lovely and more temperate?
XXVII: Much Ado About a Dream…
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, But then begins a journey in my head, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: A zealous pilgrimage to thee.Shakespeare, ReShaken
Forever JourneyJosyift 2023
And I Pray You’ll Never Reach
I’ll rub you on my arm tonight, before my mind will wander. A daydream, wide awake at night, life’s meaning, I will ponder.Perfume Poetry, Josyift 2023
A brief repose, to lighter things,
Your beauty, I’ll admire. Smokey sweet, then obsolete. Like life, though short, inspired.