Breathless sighs of Poetry
"I want to see thirst In the syllables, touch fire In the sound; feel through the dark. For the scream." ~ Pablo Neruda
I
taste the
pulse of stars
coursing through rhymes,
stirring my moon-swept
soul, as I ache for your
soft blue sparks of poetry,
breathless and lost in the musky
heat of phrases etched beneath champagne
skies, wrapped in threads of chiffon-laced heartbeats.
And I think of you ~ the pearl warmth of dusk,
for in your arms, I felt a wistful
verse, glowing like fervent fireflies
but if love could color the
blush of secret sunsets,
would you be the gold
that binds me to
Romeo’s
silent
sighs?
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