Zephyr whispers
a storm of symbols
and an overture of falling leaves
dances through her,
going to ground
like scattering thieves.
Condensation on her lips
sweet as ambrosia
from acorn caps and orange blossoms,
kissed by aromatic absinthe.
It is the nectar of this existence
whose flower is
desire.
Cloaked by mist,
resting in Nimbus
soft and bright
soaking
in passion, yet
driven by envy, poison
and obsession.
With every touch of hot breath
and each amorous whisper
flows a potent delirium
blending sensuously into hyssop, star
anise, peppermint
and artemesia.
