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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Summer storm
Stalking her poems with my eyes
sipping my hot coffee with a smile
admiring the softness of her quill
and the hunger in her fiery words.
A storm was brewing,
as lightening flashed in
my electric blue eyes
and thunder rumbled
through my bones.
With words of dawn
that glow like candles
her warmth burned
through my mind
like a wildfire blazing
through a dry forest.
Setting my heart afire,
burning my skin with her
poetic skill that penetrated
my veins with the rhythm
of her words that now held
my thoughts captive.
Oh but if your lips
would come to rest
where your words
now reside… come
through the shadowed
tunnels of my dreams
to 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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