Love for her, prompts
heated black ink to caress blank pages.
A lively dance of the quill pen begins.
Rhythmic circles and purposeful slices,
capture love within eternal letters.
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Scented ripples flung,
out of the flow,
of your long brown hair,
smell like fresh garden air,
passionately kissed by, lavender.
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Graphic, the memories of our love,
falling into my memory,
like rain made of white light.
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Evocative, your smile is devoured,
by my eyes, love’s sensation, wraps
fuzzy strings around my heart,
and squeezes.
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Eloquent, your movement captured,
forever, in the theater of my mind,
in darkness, the gray light flickers,
the screen is stolen,
as you dance upon it.
…
Vivid, the curved letters of your name,
tattooed on the surrendered shell,
of the love, that swells,
my glowing red heart.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
Wow…nice
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Awesome poem!! I’m swooning 🙂 🙂
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Wow! I am a blessed women!
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How bout a blessed woman?… I bet your phone auto corrected on ya…
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