Currents
Pushing and pulling.
Bent- not cracking,
Standing tree-like;
Whose branches sway in the sunlight,
Cutting the rays of light,
Riding the waves in the air.
Passing alongside my limbs,
A rustle,
It curls around my fingers and through my hair;
A coolness slides over my veins,
Tickles of light tingle-
Skin responds.
A gentle embrace.
Kindness thr…
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