PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Poetry whispers in my ear
to be heard, not ignored
as it tickles my soul
until I cry out in mercy
and cave into endless temptation
presenting itself before me daily
with its dress of colors
leaving blue eyes temporarily blinded
in figuring out how it
scorched every essence of my being
while I've left with its laughter
ringing in my deafened ears,
but no matter what happens
I can't ever get enough.