Summer stormStalking her poems with my eyessipping my hot coffee with a smileadmiring the softness of her quilland the hunger in her fiery words.A storm was brewing,as lightening flashed inmy electric blue eyesand thunder rumbledthrough my bones.With words of dawnthat glow like candlesher warmth burnedthrough my mindlike a wildfire blazingthrough a dry forest.Setting my heart afire,burning my skin with herpoetic skill that penetratedmy veins with the rhythmof her words that now heldmy thoughts captive.Oh but if your lipswould come to restwhere your wordsnow reside… comethrough the shadowedtunnels of my dreamsto where reality sleeps.
whew! Now this is why I fell in love with poetry......you rock my world.Thank you, Joe. : )
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