bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Wind strokes the trees, a lover's touch that sets the leaves to sighing; Rain slicks the road, a subtle sheen like eyes that gleam in sultry invitation; the slow rich dance of life swirls past my door tugs at the spaces in my heart where you once were erasing all the shape the touch the taste of you to free me of the ghost that mutes my passion so I can bloom again.
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a lover's touch that sets
the leaves to sighing;
Rain slicks the road,
a subtle sheen
like eyes that gleam
in sultry invitation;
the slow rich dance of life
swirls past my door
tugs at the spaces
in my heart where
you once were
erasing all the shape
the touch the taste of you
to free me of the ghost
that mutes my passion
so I can bloom again.