SlowanDeliberate Poetry (1)

A Woman's Voice:

Caressing flickering light dancing between shallow breath
It, in its low pleasing release
Deadens fiery hours spent aging restlessly against the world and its teeth.
For in her words of play
In her words of delay
She always knows what to say.
I would drown in her skin and hear her speak
Oh the things she says that carries me away!
I am stung by her clever words of display
Her tones of I love you’s simple and at bay
It breaks and washes until I can see
How very beautiful her words can be.
Copyright 2013 By E.Perez