mistafest

the wind comes softly whisking at finger tips
i'm exhausted
eyes half shut and ears wide open
heat exhumes from the body
not only with sweat but with the aroma of cinnamon apple
sweet but bitter is the emotion that comes to mind
lost
billions of words dancing on paper
like a waltz or solo ballerina
full of fear on that pole
wrapping her body around more and more
faster she spins the faster my mind is exposed
to the back of my eyelids
imagination running rapid flowing repeatedly
into a whirlpool
utter randomness
and I whisper with the mist that leaves my lips
as a rainbow of sugary brightness that worst then a cloud
"I'm here"
reaching out grasping at your fingertips

This is just randomness poetry that came to mind and I wanted to share. I hope those who read actually enjoy!