a canvas for dreams
clouds beautiful, yet employed
each one viewed with expectation
some weightier than others
contain
a hush-hush reality
thankfully, I’m floating, too
An optimal spread begins,
Causing a continuous feeling,
To beautifully occur,
When one submits,
To the current’s lead.
Starting high,
Ebbing with ease,
Rushing over,
Her middle throughly,
To finish slow,
Peacefully relaxing,
Exhaustively lapping,
At what he couldn’t achieve.