Him;
In silver and white,
in blues and shades of grey,
she dances.
She moves like water, glides on air,
and kisses as sofly as the roses kiss the light.
Her body flows and melts in my arms
shifting and shaping into a million things a million creatures.
She Dances.
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Her;
In my silver and white,
in my blues and shades of grey,
He watches.
He chases, reaching far to find myself.
His grasp as rough as jagged stone but a voice as soothing as distant thunder.
He is steady, firm in his form.
a singular instead of multiple like I.
He watches
-------- together --->underneather the moons steady gaze.
She Dances
A lovely
enchanting poem
i loved it's fresh light feeling.
happy summer
hugs
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words