Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Twirling in aromatic silken bliss............

Making the knees of his tears sore for centuries................

So it is....if you cannot wait to warm my gaze............

When the rock I see on my silk sheets becomes my task.............

Do you sometimes wish you could throw back your shoulders and visit shadows where feelings are dull?

You read me as if you wrote the book of who I am............

Sighs strip the cloth away, revealing their tomorrows..............

I drank in the faces underneath masks hiding their true natures..............

When the night lingers seeking acknowledgement that it has unlocked your soul.......

Know that I am here when your inner light of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat...........