Dancing With My Star
Velvet blossoms unfold
in the swell of mornings call
awakening the stir of memories
upon the lips,
of moments ago.
Late night tango's
Forging
steel into beautiful want
Trembling
beneath need,
as whispered begs cry our name
in a burial of sighs,
Shaking
the very existence
of our crumble into surrender.
Sacred truths defining
ancient syllables,
Versed
in the pour of honeyseed,
Staining
the verity of
Two
As One
cloaked in the fall
of all revealed,
between the sheets of our addiction
as we write our crave
in the ink of us
your an amazzing writor..I wish i could expree beauitfully like this..
as we write our crave
in the ink of us
^^ I like this it was very creative indeed...I be on postpoems alot so i'll be looking for your pieces...