From early mornings to fresh light of a new day
Light blazes from sutle smooth spoken words
Under white cotton soft twisted sheets
Dreams lift heat into air like balloon traveling toward the sun
Whispers from ones closeness caresses melted moments
Imprints of madness are like nails in the crescent souls of our feet
In a presence of another can this be my lover
Fresh golden lashes of black curls of life
Eyes that create coffee stains in my soul that can wake the sunken souls
hidden are the colors of sweet caring
bY: M
