tell me the words
sitting at the back of your throat…
the ones yearning for exposure
aching to be naked at your feet
bathed in moonlight and mist
shadow dancing upon dewy moss
as hope awaits a tender kiss
press the petals of ancient roses
long fallen from their vine
their seductive scent just as potent
against this thundering heart of mine
where your touch stirs my hungry blood
show me the script upon the crypt
of every ghost you’ve laid to rest
words etched where they now reside
and how fireflies light the inside
within the cavity of your chest
make a space for me
within your hollows
and I will huddle beside your pain
caressing it with loving fingers
until it slumbers…
and slowly drifts away
One word lady, ‘tight’
Thank you 😊
You have,in the way you write, the magic that stops the reader in their tracks and compels them to ponder then re read.
It’s a gift you have.
Terrific example of what I mean.
🙏
Thank you so much, Peter 😊
Beautifully wrought and bookmark worthy, this 🌼
Thank you 😊
you are deeply in the creatve zone must get it out now thiis is so beautiful and inspired lovely Willow❤️
Thank you so much, Brenda 🧡
Beautifully penned, Willow. Another excellent write with a nice flow and some tight rhymes my friend. You’re improving with your rhymes sis. I think music plays a roll in that. This one was a welcomed change of pace with a different vibe. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
It is interesting how we hear the words differently when approached with music. The rhythm feels different somehow. This one has been sitting in the vault for a while now. Figured it deserved to be dusted off and given fresh air. Thank you so much, brother 😊