To the prodigy of nymphs

Your flawless invisible touch
with gracious momentum
like the way you come towards;
virtually oomphs the brain cells

Only a doubt of misconduct remains
and the belief to wipe it clean
and leave no dust
Just like a new tomorrow

Bring the feeling
of great elation
and not being too obtuse
to grasp the implications of thy behavior

Fly with no wings
so as to fall free of bounds and limits
and let the gravity of me behold you
Coming towards a standstill.