Word Babies

 

 

A kiss of emotion desires form

In the slender shape of succulent sound

Tender thoughts cuddle intimate words

sailing softly across the pale moon sky

caressing the moonlight

A living conception is born

I swiftly knit blankets of life

weaving passion into words

keeping my little ones safe and warm

matured from the womb of my mind

laboring terms erupt in sweet cries

lifted on high, by a drifting breeze

my babies have gone

to wander the tides of wind

searching for  a home

in fingers outstretched

and eager ears

pressed to the sky