blowing in the wind

as I bathe in your existence,

I witness how your sole presence

affects the flux of movement

that lives within each ever evolving moment

in this space.

your breath tickles my skin,

and I see its similar influence

on the fabric of my clothes

as the lyme grass surrounding me.

I let your sharp exhalation

guide me into a spiralling motion.

I feel like I could stay here endlessly,

spinning round and round

while getting lost in the cradle of your being.

- Íris