Adult Arcade Orange County

At your fingertips Leila Zhour

After
your fingers My breath caresses touches a waltz tempo

Any thoughts disappear
At your fingertips
The wind scatters my face

A little salt on your skin My gaze
At your fingertips
opens the Ocean Tide
high between yesterday and tomorrow
I'm not a little sand still squeaks
The gesture of your hand quits
Each finger folded
On the nest palm
I cast gold dunes
asleep Open your hand
Each finger to the horizon
Only infinity
Air
A little I dissolved salt

last tear
drained by the sea breeze

poem Leila Zhour