Vacation
Swirl,
this girl,
thoughts twirl,
unfurled in my unconscious state.
I find *tranquility,
this, my great escape from life,
from everyday strife.
This girl,
my caramel swirl,
head rested on my chest.
Her lavender* fragrance*,
of sheer eloquence*,
providing the most dulcet* of dreams.
wafting* whispers* of bliss*, a splendor*.
Unconscious, I can still hear her lilting*
screams for me...
Spooning with me,
as I awaken from my REM sleep...
I no longer feel bleak...
For Linda Marie's contest.....
Name withheld
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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