Tell Me

A hazy sunshine fills the empty room The light creating a mixture of serene fog and dancing rays A figure forms in the haze floating on air and holding a staff with a golden head It waves the fog around into rainbow-coloured circles Some small, some big All concentric and encasing two shapes They radiate a lenitive breeze and the scent of roses I hear a slight rhythm emanating from its edges consuming all air in the room My lips fall dry, then moisten with a cinnamon taste My body quakes My teeth beat together ungracefully Stricken by terror and expectance at once I can feel the tightness around my waist as the two shapes embrace as if caught in the hollow warmth between them Trickles of sweat run between my eyes severing the rays Bird calls ring through and start lining into inaudible verses My heart races and I start to quiver I’m blind, and deaf and covered by a warm sheath Tell me, my love Do you feel it too?