5. “Strange Intoxication”
(…continued….)
A gentle stir rose deep in Niki’s heart,
Hope of a meeting
made her breath feel soft & warm….
Her path is lined with
thorns along the way,
Some prick her feet
some wound her heart each day.
Who has the time here
to look at anyone else?
Everyone is running
trying to find themselves.
The winds of love
changing their direction,
Showing the wandering heart
a silly hope’s affection.
This meeting will bring
its own sweet thrill,
A gentle intoxication my heart can’t still
& in the moist lashes, warm & deep,
A fresh new longing
will softly wake from sleep…
– Niki
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