Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

For now I will write the words of love you whisper over my shoulder...........

my fingertips trace one hundred places on your face.............

We welcomed hands building walls around our Troy..............

I talk too much with my eyes............

My body knows it's not just another day, others lay to come............

I could walk with you through all these words that are foreign...........

A piece of life's hair is let down, listening to this song............

Softly murmuring in lines of ink across the page.................

Tall green grasses kissed our words...........

Filling and fading with a soft caress, my playmate by the deep.........