Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

I know of something acquainted with the nearest shadows...........

Certainly, as love has a rhythm my lips are bound to the flow.........

Quivering inside my dreams are elaborate colors that dance on my tongue.........

My soul gazed pleasures state of mind.............

Questioning tomorrow before discovering yesterday’s hours still lie unread........

I have felt the touch of your heart fleeing its way to safety............

As if I am bound to live life uncut yet emptied of all pain.

Your arms whisper the rhythm of me............

To hear you call me a creature over-flowing with soft sounds...................

My heart pretended you were a sound I could drink...............