Morning Breeze

The morning breeze pushes pass my bohemian-esque draps
and creeps silently upon
my naked skin,
caressing my shoulders, neck, and face.
I turn to welcome it,
rising and pushing away the sins
of the night before. The perfume of
clean air and fresh cut grass
fill my lungs as I partake
this breeze.
It dances around me,
carrying me to a tub
filled with pink tulip petals and a sweet aroma.
It lowers me into its altar,
washing away the
dirt and grime
of imprints left upon my skin
that were trapping me. The breeze carries me
back to where it found me this morning,
leaving me limp against a new skin
and escaping back behind
the bohemian-esque draps.

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