Poetry Is (You)

Poetry is the sound
Of your voice
Carried in the breeze
When my soul
Needs kissed by
Assurances

It’s the sweet peace
Of your fingers
Tracing imaginary lines
On flesh
Ever craving
Attention

It’s the slow-burning
Embers of need
Erupting
Into blazing lust
That was once
Unfamiliar

Muse, so sweet
Sensuously speaking
Unraveling strings
Of my heart
When I thought it
Unreachable

~ © Frankie B., all rights reserved. ~

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