Anita Mechler: Summer Poem [repost]

Wind caresses

like a sweet lover’s


trailing over the fine hair

of my arms

and along my bare legs

a tendril sensibility.

I feel I’ve earned

this love

after the vast bleakness

of a cold



Every gentle ray of sun

a reaffirmation of my place

in it

in life

in love.

My hair brushed aside

by a caring unseen hand,


along my cheek

a reunion of sorts.

Just as the life span

of a housefly

I bask in its temporality.


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