Under my hands

[mojgani]

My hands breathe in the air of your legs.

Your legs are tiny kingdoms,
pushing hexagons and diamond shaped lines
into the air.
Tiny sculpted cities and towers rising up.

There are magicians moving through them.
They stand gently
and move the wonders of the universe.

Wooooooosh.
Wooooooooooooosh.
Softly,
wooooooooooo...sshhhh....