Every Morning,
As The Sun Takes it's morning coffee,
She Breathes In my ear,
"Wake up",She says,Blowing
Her minted air on my eyelids,
And I wake,puffy-eyed and ragged,
As she wanders off to the balcony,
I follow her,dragging my slippered feet,
and Put My hand on her shoulder,
She smiles a curious little smile,
Indulgence playing The clarinet
Ripples On her face.
She gently prises off the hand..
I freshen Up,and I come back to her,
She sits on a window-sill,
Legs bare,white,dangling,
She surveys me with appraisal,
She blows a gentle kiss at me,
and laughing,She slides away..
Horror-struck,I stare after her,
I dart to the Balcony,
I see her garlanded Head,
Wreath of Lillies and
Sashe of Petunias,
Strung around her womanly frame,
She sniffs,she Glides,
Ballerina's grace,from Flower-top
to tip,
a wink and a nod and a burning passion
She wafts The aroma at me,
I take in her scent of sandal
and Strawberries,
I taste the air On which
she leaves her trail..
She Vanishes among The
Four-leaved Clovers,
Misletoe brushes my hair,
My eyes kiss the portal she made,
and I make a short wish..
In My head,I hear her voice,
Sparkling,like a fountain in spring
And she says,I'll come again,
watch,and wait,
And in the meantime
My essence,I leave you to guard
The Dew On your marble Window-Sill..
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