Visions of Stillness
By Elissa Rosenthal
Purple silk brushes my face
like fingertips.
Hovering over my eyes
the intertwined cells
grasp one-another
with their warm embraces.
Scents of floral perfumes
engross me
and float my subconscious mind
to a habitation
of spectacular honey.
Let me nest
with this passion
in these visions
of stillness.
