Thursday, 4 January 2018

Us

When my fingers twisted in yours the heart shrieked 
Your whispers become screams of passion 
As they travel deep within
Marbles fall on the floor, 
the pulse rises when you raise your brows 
I arch up to the rhythm floating within four walls
Gazed upon unknowingly by known eyes 
Coffee stirring my seemingly empty mind in the cold of silence comfortable 
Your presence bathes me 
As I soak in the mild voice that utters 
To my unheard noise that teases
Red or the roses  
Rays or the beam
Notes or music 
You or me, can't see who.... 







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