A Dream



Painted gold, a dream

His shine I couldn’t smudge

And yet my fingers tried

In a lazy trace of his smile

Singing a song on his lips

Writing each note on his skin

A pitch of quiet, rise and fall

Breathing a sigh to his melody




6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul McGovern
    Feb 09, 2012 @ 11:22:26

    Beautiful sensual refrain, tender and graceful. A poem to comfort.


  2. Indigo Spider
    Feb 09, 2012 @ 16:40:46

    As Paul said, this is beautiful, sensual and gentle. One of my favorites from you so far.


  3. Evelyn
    Feb 11, 2012 @ 02:33:28

    your style is hypnotic…


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