Jan 5, 2016

The Gift of Words


Save your precious lips for
the right moment & place

The sanctified rain clouds
shall dance upon my face

Ringing... glistening in extreme, hold me with your angelic  lines of poetry

Be my age old love dream
that never breaks free

As you speak painted words
of liquid gold
protecting my heart a thousand times over

Let it flow~

Across my orange rising breast
as it evokes a color of thoughtfulness
words are powerful with meaning

By Jhpoetry © 2015

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