watercolor edges blur to pastel
drizzled with primary elixir allure
dazzling highlights of honey sweetness
look out for the outline sharply smudged
fingertip painting all over you
connecting the dots across shoulder blades
streaks of a neckline
bow of the leg
curve of the back
flows to the hair
drips off the lips and
seeps to the knees
delicately brushed wind blown dry
sprinkled with raindrops, it swirls of curls
up stroked of color, down stroked noir
intoxicating charisma moistened by steam
liquid languid, melts on your sleeve
heart pounding loud intuition runs wild
exhilarating rides of painted express
a way that you feel, reminds me of you
as you pull me in, on top of you
nudging my laughter into squeals of delight
always you, bringing my light
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
~Nikki~
Peace,
Cherokee